How often do you take pictures of your kids? How many times have you run out of space on your phone and had to delete pictures off of it in order to just fill it right back up with even more pictures of your Minis?
*Raises my hand…both hands*
All the time right?!
But if you scroll through your pictures, say, since your kids were born, how many of those photos have you in them? You down on the ground playing with them. You with them while they experience their first or 100th time at Disneyland. You showing them how to stir the bowl of cake mix that you guys were making to surprise dad for his birthday.
I’m going to go ahead and guess, you aren’t in very many of those pictures, but instead are always the one behind the camera. Somebody’s got to make sure to capture the cutest and best moments right?!
Yes, somebody does. And moms are so good at it!
I very recently read a post on A Cup of Jo, one of my favorite blogs that I read daily, called “Moms, Are You in the Photos?”, and it was eye-opening for me. Right after reading it, I logged into my Google Photos account, where I have all my photos and videos backed up, and scrolled through all of my pictures dating back to when my kids were born.
And noticed a very, very small number of them actually had me in it.
It made me sad. A million and a half pictures, capturing every freaking minute of my kids growing up, and even though I was there every one of those freaking minutes, I’m in hardly any of the pictures.
I started to think about how many pictures I have seen of my mom and me when I was little. Like, her actually in the picture. I can’t think of a single one. I honestly don’t think I have ever seen one with the both of us in it together. I’m sure there are a few, probably buried at my mom’s house in a box full of pictures somewhere in her garage. But even so, not as many as there should be.
I would have loved to see what my mom looked like while I was little and growing up. Of course, I know what she looks like now, but what did she look like 30 years ago while she was dropping me off at school? Or what did she look like 35 years ago when she was probably introducing solid foods to me? Or while we were sitting in a rocking chair reading our bedtime stories together? I’ll never know. Because it wasn’t documented.
This post on A Cup of Jo mentioned that a friend of hers will stop random strangers and ask them to take a picture of her and her kids. Even “sweaty post-park walk[s].” Since reading this, I have been making much more of an effort to do this! It is a little awkward, but as the post mentions, most people smile and don’t mind taking a quick picture for you.
Let me tell you, it’s awesome now looking through my pictures on my phone and actually seeing myself in there. All of them that I’m in, I look like hell, according to me (lol). Hair in a bun and hasn’t been brushed in sometimes a couple of days. T-shirt and sports bra, my go-to outfit of choice. No makeup. I’m 30 lbs heavier than I want to be. I’ve got little grey hairs sprouting out. I’ve probably got kid boogers smeared on my shirt (I totally wipe my kid’s noses with my shirt all the time. More often than I go get a tissue. Judge me.)
But who cares.
My kids sure don’t care how I look. And, as an adult now, if I were able to see pictures of my mom and me together when I was little, maybe one with her and I doing a puzzle together, or us hugging, or us laying in bed together until I fall asleep, I absolutely wouldn’t even think twice about how “glamorous” she looked. I would have just loved to see the us that we were that made up our life at that time. The real life stuff.
And the real life stuff is me with no make up, t-shirts, crazy hair and all.
I’m determined now to get the shots of me going down the slide, both kids in my lap. Holding my 3-year-old up so he can do the monkey bars. Showing my 1.5-year-old how to climb up the mini rock wall at the park. All three of us running through the sprinklers together. I have a waterproof phone and a waterproof camera; why haven’t I done this?! Even get pictures of us grocery shopping. Photos of us partaking of the food samples at Costco. (Always the best part about going to Costco! That, and the $1 churros.) Hell, I’m even going to start taking pics of my baby ducks hovering all over me while I’m sitting on the toilet peeing, because that is real life stuff!
I want to be documented. I want to make sure they remember our time together. And if they don’t remember, I want to make sure they can see it in pictures all that we did together and how much I love(d) being their mama.
Out of all your kids photos, how many are YOU in? Do you make a conscious effort to be in front of the camera? Comment below!