Proof of Motherhood

I read this article called The Mom Stays in the Picture on Huffington Post last week.  And it got me thinking.  I take a ton of pictures of Pookah. He is all over my hard drive, my phone, my mantle, my walls. I’ve also got a few hundred of him and CDub.   But not a lot of Pookah and I. Together. In a picture.

And that’s sad.

I’ve always been the one behind the scenes  Whether at work, at home, and now, behind the camera. I’ve always been the observer. The story-teller you might say.  But I want Pookah to be able to look back and see me at this stage in his life. I want him to see that I was there. I take pictures to document our lives. And I am a part of our lives.  And I want proof.

So this weekend, while I was busy trying to get pictures of him in the “golden hour” I took the step of actually trying to get a picture of us together.  It wasn’t perfect, but I got one. I sat the camera on a bench, set the timer and we posed for the picture. I’m going to print it out. It’s going on the mantel with the rest of them.

Because I’m a part of the big picture. I’m the mommy in this here version of Mommyhood.

And I’ve got proof.