“The more things change … “


Father and baby son sitting on Katana motorbike. Image: Su Leslie, 1999

The Big T and our boy-child, Jan 1999 on the beloved Katana. Image: Su Leslie

Father and teenage son on Katana motorcycle. Su Leslie, 2016

Before you know it! Re-creating the shot isn’t as easy when the boy-child is almost as tall as his father, and less willing to play “hands on head”. Image: Su Leslie, 2016

Nothing makes me quite so aware of time passing as looking at old photos; especially photos of my child. Is it really almost 18 years since I give birth to a tiny, skinny boy with a shock of red hair? Has 17 years truly passed since we first sat him on his dad’s motorbike?

The answers of course are “yes, and “yes”.

The boy-child will be 18 in a few weeks. He is to all intents and purposes an adult. He has a job he loves, owns a car he bought with his own savings (NOT a motorbike — he never really got bike-fever thankfully), and is proving to be a level-headed, generous, compassionate and independent human being.

In the Great Clean-Out that is part of the preparation for selling our house, I’ve found boxes and boxes of the boy-child’s stuff; toys, books, games, keepsakes. And what I’ve noticed is that those objects which hold the strongest memories for me are not the most recent acquisitions, but those from the very beginning of our life as a family, when time stretched in ways we’d never imagined, and our child’s age was measured in days and weeks, rather than years.

How can it be that I can recall every hour of his first few days, and yet 18 years have flown by?

This post was written for the Daily Post Photo Challenge.

47 thoughts on ““The more things change … “

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  2. That is such a good juxtaposition – even his t-shirt matches his baby outfit. I smiled with a lump in my throat.
    PS time has treated Big T well – would never think 17 years had passed if it were not for the enormous change in your son.

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    • Thanks Anabel. I found the t-shirt in the boy-child’s “charity shop” pile and had to quickly retrieve it to get the shot. I do think that happy faces age well, and the Big T is by nature a very cheerful person.

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  3. Love the way you did this challenge and yes, those years do go so fast! I think that’s what happens when each year brings such growth and so many new experiences that you can’t help but enjoy it even better than the one before….and wow, look at that man you’ve created!

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  4. This is very cool – the taking of these pictures so many years apart. I understand about the kids growing – I was going through pictures recently of my babies and now they are all grown men. Thanks for a wonderful post. πŸ™‚

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  5. I love the whimsical nature of recreating scenes from old photos πŸ™‚

    It is almost frightening to be confronted with the passing of time when we contemplate the growth and development of our children. The early years are so emotionally carved into our memories, it feels quick and fleeting.

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    • He’ll be pleased you noticed that. The bike had major restoration work done a couple of years ago and is back on the road — along with the second Katana he bought when the first was restored and he needed something to do in the evenings!

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    • Thanks Raewyn. I’m still marvelling at the way time stretches and compresses, so that I remember some things from a long time ago better than recent stuff. Or maybe that’s just old age! Hehe.


  6. I think the first days and weeks are imprinted on our memories to help us get through all the other years, which means no matter what sort of a day you have had with a child, you can look at them sleeping and return instantly to those first moments of absolute love and joy. Lovely photos. πŸ™‚

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    • Thank you. I think you’re probably right; though a lot of my earliest memories of motherhood weren’t particularly happy. I had a non-sleeping baby and post-natal depression (definitely connected). I remember seriously wanting to take him back to the hospital and saying I’d made a terrible mistake. I was actually packing a bag for him, and fretting over which toy to put in and how to word the note about his likes and dislikes when I realised that actually, I didn’t trust anyone else to look after him and I’d better do it myself.

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