We, as moms, are generally pretty lousy about getting in front of the camera. Often we are the memory keepers – capturing those we love. But when we get in photos with our children it’s not about us. It’s for them. It’s so they can show their grandchildren what we looked like waaaayyy back in 2012. It’s so they can show their spouses how much their son looks like them as kids, or how they inherited grandma’s eyes. It’s about the story they tell, and the time they freeze.
And I am no exception. I don’t love being on the other side of the camera. Even as a photographer, I share the same concerns. We all beat ourselves up with the same mental bullets… Ugh, my roots are showing. Today is not a skinny day. I wish I were X pounds skinnier. I have nothing to wear.
But, with about 45 minutes warning, my husband and I set out for a sunset shoot. The golden hour warm sunlight was wonderful. These are photos that I will treasure in years to come. I hope my boys will one day cherish them, even if right now they could not possibly care less.
Turns out 45 minutes is about perfect. No time to obsess. No time to shop. Make due with the moment and go.
Me and my boys, Mother’s Day 2012. Click the thumbnail to open up a carousel, and click the arrow to move through them.
Special thanks to my husband for shooting these. I cherish them.Pin It