This is a lame entry because I would love to share some beautiful photograph of my family with you. And while I have some that are special to me, I have something better.
For my birthday two years ago my mom presented me with something that I’ll love always. It was a scrapbook filled with photos of important people from my childhood, up until about the age of 16. In it were photos of me as a youngster with my brother, whom I don’t get to see often. It also have pictures of those I’ve lost. In there were my grandparents, my godparents, and someone who has me tearing up as I write about this…my dad. He passed away a few years ago and while I’ve got pictures of his final years around my house, I hadn’t seen him as a young man in a long, long time. I also absolutely adore the pictures of my mom as a young mother.
I don’t have one photo I cherish more than any other. I view those in the book and all the others I love as the patchwork quilt of my life. The one thing I’ve noticed is that in those of my children, there are very few of me. I wrote about that recently on BabyCenter. I mention that post because I don’t want others to make the same mistake. I’ve just written 230 words about photos I’m thankful for. One day our children will look back at photos from their younger years and treasure those of us. If we’re always behind the camera, shying away from being in a picture, or looking for something to put in front of us because we’re self-conscious, we’ll deny them that joy.
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