Learner Dad: I might listen to my mother (for once) and get a photo album

Every now and again, when I’m in my mother’s place, I take out the photo albums there and look back at my own childhood in the 70s and 80s

Most of the albums at my mother's place are the sticky ones, with a sheet of plastic over each page, except the stickiness is long gone and the photos just slide out and onto my lap. I like putting them back in rows, remembering cousins and aunts, some gone already

Every now and again, my mother reminds me that we’ll never have photo albums to remember the kids when they were young. I usually scoff it off, the way adult kids scoff off any advice they get from their parents.

But now I think she might have a point.