I finally got a photo of myself that I didn't actually take by extending my arm as far as it would go and wildly shooting in my general direction. And then grimace at the results where 99.9% of the photos make me look like a moron. There are so few photos of me.
Which is alright, I guess. I'm not really that photogenic. Though it's a little strange that all our family outings are surprisingly vacant of a mother. I am absent from our memories. Every. Single. One. with very little exception. Why? because I'm usually the one frantically snapping photos of the kids as they run around doing incredibly cute and/or silly things. It's hard to be in photos when you're the one photoing.
I want them to have the memories. It's important to me to ensure that they grow to adults and have a good strong past to share with their spouses and children and grandchildren. There are very few photos of me as a child. They got lost along the way, through innumerous moves and downsizing. There are huge gaps in my childhood photos. I was a baby, toddler, school aged child and then pre-teen. Jumps in history with little connecting threads. So, as an adult and mother, I'm now overcompensating.
I take hundreds of photos of my kids a month. The only problem they'll have is to decided which month the snapshots were taken. I have them both printed and digital, at home and online, so there won't be an excuse to loose them.
I have photos of everything. Everything. And plenty of blackmail photos tucked away to ensure they treat me right when I'm the one that needs a diaper changed.
Life is good, even if I'm absent from the memories.