So, the twins’ school is hosting a Mothers Day Tea and the kids can’t wait. I can’t wait either since it’s so fun to be a mom–especially at teas when the kids tell the world how nice their mom is and how they’re going to be nicer to her.
Fun all around.
You know what’s not fun all around?
Their teacher needed pictures for the presentation. Baby pics of the kids. A picture of me. AND a current picture of me with each kid.
The baby pictures were no problem. We pulled out the standard snapshot we have for each kid. Even the solo picture of me wasn’t hard. I found my author photo from a couple years ago, where I’m sitting in a park looking friendly and approachable and (hopefully) like the kind of person who writes books you’d like to read.
But no pictures of me with Sam or Elisabeth.
None.
Like the last decent picture I have of me alone with either kid was when they were wearing diapers. Even sadder, I have almost 30,000 images on my computer. 30,000! I have taken over a thousand pictures this year.
And yet, in 2012, we had not taken one picture of me.
I can see it already. My kids are going to grow up and ask to see pictures of me. And when there are none, they’ll believe that I spent their childhood in the Bahamas.
Soooo…on a stressful Friday morning, trying to get four kids out the door, we had an impromptu photo shoot. M and the camera, trying to get a decent picture of me with each of the kids.
A-hem.
My were closed in dozens of pictures because I’m so rarely photographed, I don’t know how to react. Would the camera steal my soul? What is this bright flashing light coming from that strange contraption?
I had better close my eyes!
And I did.
Every time.
The proof is in the pictures.
Enjoy these few. They’ll bring a Monday smile to your face.
(I don’t know Sam’s excuse.)
