Allison Tate wrote a fascinating piece on Huffington Post yesterday called The Mom Stays in the Picture. It’s about how she’s realized that while she’s all over kid’s lives, making sure they have the treats they love and staying up all night worrying about preschools, there are very few photos that SHOW HER in their lives — and she wants this to change:
I’m everywhere in their young lives, and yet I have very few pictures of me with them. Someday I won’t be here — and I don’t know if that someday is tomorrow or thirty or forty or fifty years from now — but I want them to have pictures of me. I want them to see the way I looked at them, see how much I loved them. I am not perfect to look at and I am not perfect to love, but I am perfectly their mother.
When I look at pictures of my own mother, I don’t look at cellulite or hair debacles. I just see her — her kind eyes, her open-mouthed, joyful smile, her familiar clothes. That’s the mother I remember. My mother’s body is the vessel that carries all the memories of my childhood. I always loved that her stomach was soft, her skin freckled, her fingers long. I didn’t care that she didn’t look like a model. She was my mama.
So when all is said and done, if I can’t do it for myself, I want to do it for my kids. I want to be in the picture, to give them that visual memory of me. I want them to see how much I am here, how my body looks wrapped around them in a hug, how loved they are.
It had me wondering: how many of you have a ton of photos of yourself with your child? I know I don’t have nearly as many as I’d like. So I challenge you to this: take a photo of you with your kid(s) this week. Get in the picture!