This Memory Making bollocks

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Is really getting on my nerves!

Why can people not just have a nice time with their kids without calling it "making memories "

Today on FB a friend wrote;

"Got out of college early today so was able to make memories with my lovely girls" 🤮

The things we remember as kids are probably not what our parents thought would become good memories!

It's such an irritating phrase!

The person I know who says this most is the same person who didn’t bother to learn sign language to communicate with her profoundly deaf son because neither she nor her arse of a DH “do languages”. She also delayed having her DDog pts when he had pneumonia and bone cancer and was imobile for two additional fecking weeks so they could “make memories” with a visiting family member.

My sister took her daughter on holiday abroad with some friends. Did she get a mention in the story her daughter wrote at school?. Nope, her best memory was going out with her dad and buying five doughnuts for £1!

Does anyone actually CLICK on the hashtags?

Nope. nope nope nope. I took my two to a local castle ruins for a picnic the other. It was, to all respects, idyllic. They played knights and Thor, we had a water fight. It was awesome. Asked youngest son what his favourite part of the day was, thinking I'd get some adorable instagram worthy reply. "My poo, mummy". Fair enough kid, there's nothing like a good shit.

yanbu

I was really worried about an old friend who put this bollocks on facebook - I thought she was ill!

I don't think it's anything new - in the 1980s it wasn't instagramming, but being made to write about everything I did.

I remember the childhood realisation that there are things that you're "supposed" to remember: which places you visited, which rides you went on. My mum was very big on making us write diaries, which felt too much like school: the usual Monday morning ritual was to write about our weekend. By year 6 I delighted in writing about toys I played with, rather than the museums we went to, because I knew that was not what we were supposed to write about.

I also remember a sad realisation that every single school trip would be followed by having to write about it! I remember thinking "why can't we just enjoy the trip?". I do have a very vivid memory of childhood trips, so I didn't feel the need to write about them all the time.

Yes it is on the list of pet hates...alongside the constant "let's be happy" memes and people who have had kids 30/40 years ago sharing "parenting articles" (so clearly out there to "school" everyone else on how to parent).

I have been thinking back to the family holidays we have had with the children, the majority of my memories involve sickness, injuries or having to buy clothes as what I had packed was not appropriate for the freezing cold June weather.

wanderings I remember that too, I used to write 'We went on holiday on a train, we played on the beach and then we came home' That apparently was never good enough despite me telling everyone exactly what had happened.

@TheIncredibleBookEatingManchot Sorry to hear about your grandmother's passing but I absolutely love your post here. To the here and now.

I got given a memories jar for last year - the only thing in it is my full up SD chip, no soppy shit here thanks!

I think the thing to do is go a bit Handmaid on them and message # praise be ! or # blessed day! -the exclamation marks are mandatory btw - back at them. they'll soon stop.

#under his eye !

Mumminmum Tue 22-May-18 18:47:10
...My dad is an avid gardener and very interested in photos of our garden. Or anybodies' garden, really. My parents holiday photos are mainly of plants.

You can always tell what family photos were taken by my dad because they usually show family members from the waist down and off to the side of the photo, but lots of nice herbaceous borders, big rhodedendrons, or half the family group with an attractive flowering tree or autumn foliage taking pride of place.

OP, I'm with you on the 'making memories'.
It sets my teeth on edge.

The only thing more annoying than #makingmemories is the ‘lololol I’m such a crap mum, my kids just eat chocolate all day and one of them fell into a combine harvester look how carefree I am.’

It’s all so self referential and shit. I think teenagers have always done it but now adults do it constantly too.

No one seems to be able to get on with their lives without hefty amounts of either ironic distance or upselling themselves.

It’s really pathetic. Maybe it’s a kind of mask in lieu of all the social conventions we’ve lost since the 60s.

My friend is always posting photos of her cappuccino in Costa or Neros. Not her drinking it - just the cup of froth.

All this mention of "the kids won't remember". Isn't it ok to make memories that the parents will remember then? I dont use such a wanky phrase but maybe this woman genuinely enjoys taking her kids to the park?

Surely the problem isn’t the hashtags, it’s that you have accumulated dozens/hundreds of “friends” on social media who you don’t properly know or particularly like.

Just have your real life friends on social media. It makes it a much nicer, less vacuous place.

I don't ever hashtag my pictures but I do put pictures on FB of us doing nice things. I know my 1 and 3 year olds won't remember but I like looking back at the Facebook memories. I'm not doing it regularly, maybe a couple of times a month but it is nice to look back on.

I wouldn't post the bad things because people don't want to see that and I don't want a lasting memory of bad days!

Name changed for this as it's outing.

I hate this too. A couple of weeks ago I took the DDs for a lovely day out. We all had a blast at the attraction we went to and a lovely lunch. Then we were finishing up the day with one last treat and on the way to it DD1 faceplanted the pavement. 3 days later she was fine. But already, it's not known as "The day we went to ". It's "The day DD1 cut her face open."

Lovely.

dueanotherchange My DD2 is 12 and her early memories are of the time she walked into a lamp post (no injuries) and the time she tripped over a dog lead and took the skin of both hands, both knees and half her face.

Why don't they ever remember the nice stuff? Just the guts, blood and gore? :o

Mavis I have 50 odd friends on FB who are all family/friends/work colleagues I see very regularly.

I've never been one of those "accept everyone" as a friend as to not offend kind of person. I also delete people every so often (such as people I no longer work with and haven't spoken to since or mums from old playgroups I haven't been to for years etc.) I just don't see the point in updating them on my life after years of no contact so I delete.