If anyone looks through the Morris family's digital pics, they would believe Mike to be a single father. A dedicated Dad who hired a photographer to chronicle his every happy moment with the doobies.
Birthday parties. Family gatherings. Amusement parks. Niagara Falls. Christmas. Breakfast. Mother's Day. You name it. He's smiling, flying solo with the kids.
Every now and then, a woman sneaks into the shots. Sometimes smiling, but generally caught making a stupid face. This woman could be the nanny, perhaps a friend, but the mama? No way. Not the mama. Surely if the kids had a mother she'd be in a lot more pictures, right? Wrong.
I tried my hardest to get into a frame the other day. I was snapping away at the Fish Hatchery near my parent's house. It was a beautiful day. I tossed the camera to Mike, asking him to get one of me with the kids. As soon as he focused on us, the camera lens shut like a Venus Flytrap. "Change the battery pack," Mike apologized.
Screwed again. The camera doesn't lie. But, does it need to be that brutal?
I'm extra sensitive to this. I openly blame my parents. If you look at my baby album, you'll see that I was born and the next day, I turned one. Evidently, their camera went missing for 11 months and 29 days after my birth. If I didn't have my brother's nose and my Dad's wonky teeth, I would insist I was adopted. I guess I can't totally blame my parents. I'm the second child. Nothing is quite as exciting the second time around. When you've been there done that why chronicle it again?
But, what about now? Is not existing another price of motherhood? I guess I'm so used to managing the family and calling the shots that I'm never in the shots. But, that's cool...until I get my teeth fixed.
2 comments:
I once heard of a mommy blogger who did a photo of herself once a month - a candid self-portrait ... for the very same reason. Because she was NEVER in any photos!
Great idea. I need to try that!
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