When my daughter was born, I snapped more pictures in a month than I had in a whole year. I know this is a bit of the norm for a first time mom. Or mamma-razzi as I coined myself.
Recently, I was looking at my photo albums online to pick out some pictures for photo gifts for the holidays. The breakdown of the photos per album looked something like this (with blurry or bad photos already deleted)
- 1 Month thru 12 months (90 pictures per month in separate albums)
- 2 Years (800+ pictures)
- 3 Years (700+ pictures)
- 4 Years (Currently at 120 pics!)
120 pictures? My little one is half way through her 4th year of life and that’s all I got? What happened? Did I really get that lazy with my camera?
After browsing through some older pictures, I was washed over with saddness, disappointment and guilt. Not only did I snap all the big moments, but I found that most of the pictures I captured were moments that had nothing to do with a holiday or special event. Just our everyday life. The pictures captured a fleeting moment in time that I will never get back again. And the years will make it harder to even remember that time existed. But at least I had proof that we laughed that much or took that walk or had a quiet moment on a random park bench. The pictures in her 4 Years album only had the big events and some friend gatherings.
I had expressed my feelings of guilt with another mom over coffee. She smirked and said, “Imagine how few pictures your 2nd or 3rd child would have?”. She went on to say it happens and that her children’s pictures over the years dwindled down as well. She reminded me how much easier it was to snap away while they were little babies. As I listened to her, I thought of my own childhood pictures. I thought of the mounds of albums that were currently sitting at my parents’ house. The ones that were filled with moments of my childhood from birth through college. Pictures of me in my pajamas at the breakfast table or walking off the bus or just sitting in the bay window staring at the snow fall outside. Those albums and the pictures in it have been the center of many conversations and catapulted many trips down memory lane.
And those are all actual photos, printed out from rolls of film! It was a process to get pictures developed back then and yet my parents filled album after album of all these wonderful memories! Nothing had stopped them from capturing all the moments of our lives together.
I want to remember all of these everyday moments I share with my daughter. Of course I want to remember the holidays and special events too. But there is something about freezing an everyday moment. Something not so everyday. Something magical.
I want to remember the way she looked when she came home from school with marker still staining her hands. Or how she looked when she fell asleep on the couch in our family room. I want to relive it, even when that moment is long gone. Even when time ages my memory and it fails me.
It’s time to grab my camera. And see what everyday moment I can capture today.