I would be embarrassed to admit the number of pictures I’ve
taken of Cameron since the day she was born.
Hi, my name is Jessie, and I am a picture-taking addict.
I know I have a problem.
I know I take too many pictures.
Truth is, you’ll rarely see me without my phone in my hand. And it’s not because I’m browsing Facebook
or Instagram – it’s because my kid is so darn cute and I want to make sure I’m
always ready to snap a picture in every instance of cuteness, and the shutter
speed on the iPhone camera is pretty darn good (and as the mamas out there know, shutter speed is key when playing mamarazzi).
I never really understood why people took so many pictures of
their kids, posting them to Facebook with captions like, “Look! I used a spoon!”
and sending you a four-hundred-and-eighty-seven-picture-slideshow just from the
month of February… and then I had a kid of my own. It’s like, you can’t help it – you have a baby
and you want to lock up every second of the baby’s life and never forget a
breath, a giggle, a tear, a new word, a milestone. So we, as parents, cope with our inability to
control the passing of time by taking as many pictures as humanly possible.
Add to that the fact that it usually takes about sixty-five
attempts to get ONE picture that’s not too blurry, and we’re constantly playing
photographer.
T gives me a hard time about this, telling me to put the
camera down, live in the moment – tells me I’m MISSING OUT ON LIFE when I’m too
caught up in getting the elusive “perfect picture.” But then, six months later, he’s loving the
framed photographs that grace our walls and sit on his desk at work.
It’s a Catch 22, no?
It’s like, you want to soak up every second of your child
without taking a minute for granted, but you also want to remember every second…
This is a constant struggle for me – when to put the camera
away and roll around on the floor with Cameron, pretending we’re puppies... and
when to try to take a picture OF Cameron rolling around on the floor pretending
she’s a puppy, because it’s adorable and I always want to remember what she was
like when she played with no abandon.
Last weekend we went to a nearby playground on both Saturday
and Sunday. The weather was perfect, our
family of three had just been reunited after a week of T being out of town, and
our little girl loves nothing more than playing outside. On Saturday, I took my phone, but left it on
a nearby bench… on purpose. We ran
around, giggling, chasing Cameron, sliding down the slide, swinging – it was,
my friends, perfection. I will always,
always remember Cameron’s hair sticking straight up in the air from the static
of the slide – her copying us and yelling, “Boo!” when she peaked around a
corner. The way she’d say, “Slide, mama!”
and we’d go down two slides side-by-side, holding hands and laughing. The way she’d say, “No!” when we asked her if
she was ready to go home.
But I didn’t take a single picture. And when we got home, there was a pang of
regret. Because sure, I’ll have the
memories, but one day these memories will be hazy as life continues to carry us
on – and though we can say, “Hey, remember the time…?” Those memories may be
clearer with the help of a photograph.
So Sunday, when we went back to the playground, I had my phone in my hand – I took a few pictures
and even videos of Cameron Kate going down the slide, then I put it away. There were still a few photographic moments I
felt I’d missed by not constantly being ready to snap a picture – but I felt
like it was a nice balance of documenting the moment and living IN the moment.
I guess, like everything else in life, it’s all about
balance.
So as a mama-in-training who wants a pause button attached
to her sweet Cameron Kate, I’m going to keep working on documenting enough so
that I don’t forget while also living enough so that I always remember.
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