Family Focus Friday | What Do You Do When Your Phone Photos Are Erased
There are days when I adore my phone. Then there are days when I HATE my phone. Insert one of “those” days. Soooo….as a blogger, I have this horrible habit of taking lots and lots and LOTS of photos on my phone. I email them to family. I share on social media. I use them in my posts. And for the few special pictures, I leave them on my phone for printing at a later date.
Turn the clock forward about 2 years. An overwhelmingly full phone of photos was slowing down my daily routine. And this momma hadn’t backed up her photos as diligently as she could. (Don’t even get me started with iCloud!) So in a “good mom” mode one day I went to hook up my phone to the computer to download the pictures off my phone for printing. I was pumped to get this task finally checked off my list. Then the unthinkable. Instead of downloading, my computer decides to ERASE all 2000+ photos from my phone. O. M. Goodness. What do you do when your phone photos are erased?
1. I cried. Hard.
I know that I am not to be attached to worldly things. And I try not to be upset if an electronic breaks, or the car needs work or something involving stuff and money.
But pictures. These are my memories. Every family thing we did. All of my amazing blogger trips like my Cinderella Red Carpet. All of my videos of the kids. Every goofy selfie. Gone. It as like these memories were not just erased from my phone, but from my mind. I was crushed.
2. I cursed my phone.
Well, and myself. I was pretty angry with my phone there for awhile. I cursed Apple. I cursed the iCloud. The apps. The failed backup plan. The small buttons. Even Siri.
3. I desperately Google searched for a restore.
After the anger got out, I went to my good old friend, Google. Surely, there would be a way to restore all of those beautiful photos back to my phone. I mean, nothing is really “gone” in the technological world anymore, right? A few hours later….I went back to #1.
4. I mourned.
There were days and even weeks later when I remembered yet another memory that was erased from my phone. More important, pictures of my kids with their grandparents, loved ones. Video moments I could never retake. I would sigh. I would frown. I would shake my phone. (Yes, yes I did.)
5. I learned.
It was a really really really painful lesson, but I definitely learned. And the first thing I learned was to begin uploading videos. So that’s where my new chapter has gone. I have begun to upload my family’s personal videos to my YouTube account. If you’re not following there yet with the other 2000+ folks, you should. There you will now find those priceless memories that I do not EVER want to be erased. So here you will find my first family video memory, “The One Armed Bandit.” Enjoy your laugh.
I still do. It’s those memories that I miss the most. The ones I look at and still smile and laugh. So never again will I be overtaken by technology. And if the memory is that good, then I’d love to give you a little window into that special moment in my life too.