2_ali_1The week before Easter I looked out my living room window to see an Easter egg hunt happening on the playground. It was so sweet watching those little ones race around searching for ‘hidden’ eggs. But I had to laugh, because within a few seconds of watching them I realized I was seeing more moms chasing kids around with giant DSLR cameras than I was seeing kids actually looking for eggs. It just struck me as funny, at least for a second…

And then I realized, that was me. I am that mom.

I don’t think anyone can deny that photography, especially ‘mom-tography,’ is a huge trend in our society these days. Many families, if not most, own at least one really nice camera… Certainly one much nicer than the kind their own parents used to document their childhood. And for the most part, I think this is an amazing and awesome thing.

My kids are going to be able to look back and see so many sweet moments of their childhood documented (and documented well, if I may say so myself). I love having pictures of special moments, catching my kids in the act of living out their early years…

2_ali_2But there is a part of me that wants to proceed with caution.

When I first learned how to shoot in manual, and therefore how to choose a specific focus point and get that fabulous background blur, regular pictures just didn’t seem noteworthy. I found myself not sharing sweet pictures of tender moments with my kids because the ‘picture quality’ wasn’t up to my new standard.

Thank goodness it didn’t take me long to realize the error in my thinking. My kids aren’t going to care one bit if some of their childhood memories are out of focus, a little underexposed, or poorly framed. They just want to have them.

And truly, so do I.

There is this picture I snapped with my phone on a recent field trip with Ali that means more to me than most of my ‘good images.’ This is the field trip that I had forgotten about, and upon receiving an emotionally distraught phone call from my daughter at school I had to race to catch the bus before it left. I was unshowered, gross, and had made a stop at the nearby gas station to buy two lunchables, because who has the brain power to think about an “adult” lunch in that kind of situation?

Apparently I am ‘that’ mom, too…

It was not my greatest moment, and I was feeling a bit like a failure.

2_ali_3But when Ali saw me walking down the isle of that big, yellow bus, her face lit up with sheer joy, and she sat next to me holding my hand for the entire two-hour trip. You see, my daughter is in 2nd grade, and she’d still rather sit next to her mom, holding hands, than hang out with her friends. That moment filled my heart.

Those are the memories that are going to be most important to me when I’m loading the van with all of her worldly possessions and sending her off to college.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to have the fancy, properly focused pictures too… Its about having both. I want to have pictures to hang in my living room and images to store in my heart. Sometimes the same picture will accomplish both, but here is a tip and reminder if you are anything like me, racing around special events, DSLR in hand…

When in doubt, take a picture, whether it is with your phone, your point-and-shoot, or your DSLR.

You will always be glad you did.

And then post it on Facebook, or Instagram, or wherever you post. Because we don’t really care about the picture quality either… we just want to get a peek at the joy and beauty and sweetness going on over at your place, too…



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