On Capturing Moments
I sift through old photos often. Aside from the crappy and private selfies I carelessly snap with Margot, I don't really have any photos of the two of us...photos that I think are worth sharing, at least. I'm that person who steps out of the frame when a photo’s being taken; and photos that are of me are quickly deleted or thrown aside. This, no doubt, stems from insecurities that I've faced for quite some time. Knowing that a picture of myself leads to an exhausting bout of self-criticism, I avoid it. But in doing so, sadly, I've deprived myself of the chance to be a part of creating what could have been a special, personal and real moment with my daughter.
Moments have become so much more important to me since becoming a mama. And while I am very present outside of these captured moments, I want to be able to look back at our photos, to look back on this time in our lives when our relationship was so fresh and new, and remember who we were and how we felt.
In a year from now, I'll look at these photos. I won't feel embarrassed or nit-pick. I'll just be grateful.