Last Friday I posted a memory I had about being with my mother in Italy when I was 14. I looked and looked through my parent's photo albums to find a picture of my mother and me to include. I discovered that there are hardly any pictures at all of my mom during my teen years.
It made me look through my photo albums. I have teens, more specifically; I have teen girls. Someday they might want to remember what I looked like. I wondered what I would find. Nope, hardly anything.
I know why. I'm always fussing at my husband or children not to include me in whatever photos they are taking. Usually because I don't have makeup on- or my hair's a mess, or I'm in raggedy yoga pants.
Hmmmm. Either I am terribly vain or I am a habitual slob. Even worse, perhaps I am terribly vain and a habitual slob...
My mother died when she was 54. I don't have any more chances to get her photo. But I do have time to let my photo be taken- no matter how I look.
Anyone need to join me in a new photo-philosophy? If so, throw away raggedy yoga pants and smile for your personal paparazzi.
Also check out this new meme I just found called Making Your Home Sing Monday.