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.
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