I ‘ve been thinking about writing this blog for quite sometime…it’ s for us , all the moms and moms-to-be out there. Quite often I get calls from mothers enquiring about a photo shoot for their bundle of joy, however they really specify,”I don’t want to be in the pics” and I am like why…what happened?
They would give xyz reasons and some just avoid the conversation. Well well , I know we all want to document every tiny bit of our little one’s lives, however forget that these memories would be incomplete without You, oh dear Mom!
It seems logical. We’re sporting mama bodies and we’re not as young as we used to be. We don’t always have time to blow dry our hair, apply make-up.
The kids are so much cuter than we are; better to just take their pictures, we think.
But we really need to make an effort to get in the picture. Our sons need to see how young and beautiful their moms were. Our daughters need to see us vulnerable and open and just being ourselves — women, mamas, people living lives. Avoiding the camera because we don’t like to see our own pictures? How can that be okay?
Here’s what I personally believe in… and I am sure you all would agree with this….. 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 with them . I want them to see the way I looked at them, see how much I loved. I am not perfect to look at and I am not perfect to love, but I am perfectly their mother.
Someday, I want them to see me, documented, sitting right there beside them: the woman who gave birth to them, the woman who nursed them all for the first years of their lives, who cried when dropped them off at preschool, breathed in the smell of their post-bath hair when read them bedtime stories, and defied speeding laws when had to rush them to the pediatric.
When I look at pictures of my own mother, I don’t look at her flaws or hair debacles. I just see her — her kind eyes, joyful smile, her presence in my life. That’s the mother I ‘ve known. I didn’t care that she didn’t look like a model. She is my mom , my role model…
So when all is said and done, I want to do it for my kids. I want to be in the picture, to give them that visual memory of me. I want them to see how much I am here, how my body looks wrapped around them in a hug, how loved they are.
Hope you all feel the same!!