Memories are often things we store without trying. Our minds implicitly record certain events out of joy or fear or necessity as we may need these reminders to survive a future predicament. For example, everyone seems to remember their bully. This memory tends to be vivid. We may not recall the finer points of interactions, but this bully is burned into our subconsciousness as a mortal enemy not to be taken lightly. Whenever we encounter anyone who emulates that bully's behavior, we instinctively put up our guard and prepare to implement countermeasures. This is the instinct we cannot turn off because it helps us survive.
The other type of memory is the result of a conscious effort. An example of this would be remembering lines for a play or performance, or while studying for an exam. Explicitly committing things to memory results in something that never seems quite as anchored as the implicit variety. Yes, we remember that we took algebra, but decades removed, can we resolve even the most basic algebraic equation? How about all of those fascinating history lessons? Does anyone recall where the Summer Olympics were held in 1936 or who the American President was in 1955? Explicit memories are even easier to discard in The Internet Age given how mature search engines are.
Implicit and explicit memories vary in depth and clarity from person to person. Some are able to actively memorize better than others, mastering that new song verbatim prior to our peers to earn some fleeting street credit. Others excel in the classroom without any real effort, absorbing data with nearly photographic quality. Given the choice, most would rather be able to absorb information automatically, but have they considered the consequences? Implicit recollection that approaches a photographic quality is a rare gift more akin to a double-edged sword than a golden goose. Not only are you unable to choose what you recall, you are unable to choose what to forget.
Fatherhood has forced me to confront that double-edged sword. Benign activities by my children can trigger the most vividly painful recollections of long-buried memories. As much as I am unprepared for these in the moment, I am grateful as they remind me that my actions toward my children, as well as my actions around them, have ramifications.
While it's clear to me that my parents never bothered to consider potential consequences prior to following any path, that hasn't prevented me from facing the ramifications of their decision making many years later. The resentment they felt toward their parents was irrelevant once they became parents themselves. Their selfish actions conducted in the here and now always outweighed any potential long-term outcomes. My feet hurt me to this day because I was constantly wearing shoes that were too small for my ever-growing feet, yet my mother always had a new car (among other things), and my father always had a bottomless supply of alcohol.
I still see their shadows when I look in the mirror, but I don't see their reflections. Despite the genes we share, my parents and I are nothing alike. This is how I prefer it, because I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror today, and tomorrow as well. I want to know that my behavior today isn't a source of pain and sorrow for my children tomorrow. I want my children to be their own person, but out of love and understanding, not pain and fear. I sat and wondered as I watched them opening presents one Christmas morning, whether my efforts were in vain.
"YES!!!" Exclaimed my then-seven-year-old son, holding up large, intricate Star Wars Lego sets enthusiastically, while grinning ear to ear. "Daddy, we need to put these bad-boys together!!!! You can help me do it!!"
"Yes, we do! I'd love to!" I responded, knowing I'd mostly be a spectator despite the age recommendation being above his actual age.
He didn't need me there; he wanted me there. Behavior is a product of perspective. If using 90s slang is the worst of my behaviors that he is going to emulate, it's a perspective I can live with, and with a little luck, this will become an implicit memory for all the right reasons.