I read this really thought provoking article in the Huffington Post this week:
Basically (ie if you are too
lazy busy to click on the link and read it for yourself) Alison debates the lack of mums in photos these days. Suggesting us mums are effectively erasing ourselves from our children’s childhood when they look back through photos in years to come.
“When I see myself in pictures, it makes me wince. I know I am far from alone; I know that many of my friends also avoid the camera,” Tate wrote in her blog
Tamsin Kelly at Parent Dish says:
We call it the ‘invisible mum’ syndrome. But it is sad – our loved ones don’t care whether we don’t measure up to our image of ourselves, they just want to remember us being there and enjoying the occasion with them.
That is me!! There are less than a handful of photos of me taken in recent years. I HATE having my photos taken. Hate. Hate. Hate it. I am just not naturally photogenic.
But in years to come will that matter? No it won’t. But it might matter that I am just not in any of these pictures. And that really got me thinking.
And vowing to do something about it!
So here we go: