I'm sure at least some of you have seen this article that is making it's rounds on the internet. Do you love it as much as I do?
Goodness knows I take plenty of pictures of my boys, but as the resident photographer I really don't have many pictures of myself. It's something I've been trying to work on, but am still failing miserably at.
This part really struck me:
"I'm everywhere in their young lives, and yet I have very few pictures of me with them. Someday I won't be here -- and I don't know if that someday is tomorrow or thirty or forty or fifty years from now -- but I want them to have pictures of me. I want them to see the way I looked at them, see how much I loved them. I am not perfect to look at and I am not perfect to love, but I am perfectly their mother."
I know I can sit and look at family photos for hours; I can't tell you how many times I have sat and STUDIED a single photograph, trying to glean as much information as I can from it. Photos of grandparents, my parents, even of my ancestors who lived in the 19th century. So it makes me wonder if someday my kids (or grandkids!) will do the same thing. Will they stare at photos of me, looking to see what color my eyes were, marveling at the fashions that were in style while I was young, wondering what was going on in the background? I hope they do. And I hope there are enough photos of me that they are able to stare and wonder.
So, while the number of photos of me pale in comparison to the number of photos of them, I do have a few. I managed to hand the camera off to Rob just 3 or 4 days after Oskar was born and he took this photo that I stumbled upon yesterday. You can tell I'm really tired and I have no makeup on (although that's pretty normal) and my bangs are growing out and hanging in my face and my face is still kind of puffy from pregnancy and I'm just wearing a baggy t-shirt, but I love it. So much.
I hope all of you moms and wives and girlfriends and people who are always the one behind the camera snap some pictures of yourself with those you love. Someday someone will treasure it more than we can imagine.