Whether it’s a professional photo, a goofy selfie or a snap by a loved one, a photo tells a story. I for one am guilty of taking a gazillion pictures of my little girl, a few with me in too, but mainly her and her family, yet I rarely print them. They sit in my phone memory, where I casually flick through them reminiscing, normally when she’s napping!
As I look through them, I’m taken back to that moment in time where we goofed about playing horses and I snapped a pic to send to her daddy to show him what he was missing whilst he was at work. To when I was so utterly in love and she was light enough to throw in the air and she would giggle in happiness. To when she woke from her nap in an absolutely awful mood and just the mere mention of having to have her nappy changed sent her into meltdown. To when we went to Newlands Forest for a walk with a friend and she just looked so flippin cute in her rabbit hat. To when she was smaller and we wore matching flower crowns in the evening sunshine and she refused to smile, but had this wry little look on her face, and I was having my feet stung to death by an army of angry ants. Yet she knows nothing of these stories because they sit on my phone or computer.
As we walk down stairs now, she points and “chats” to the few photos I do have up. We see relatives and our dogs and I tell her all about them, and it’s dawned on me that I’ve been slacking in printing her photos out. I should print them and hang them and then tell her the memories we made together, tell her story. Because one day all she’ll have is memories and she won’t be able to tell her stories because she won’t know the passcode to a mobile phone.
So mamas, get in your photos, even if you don’t think you look great (you do!), be a part of her memories and stories. And then print and hang your pictures, and tell her story.