The missing sock memories..

My kids hate my camera.  They literally throw their little hands up and run.  Ask them to look in the camera so I can see how stunning their blue eyes are and they squint so much you can barely see the pupils. 

Little monsters is what they are.  Or.  Just maybe I am a p.i.t.a.  (insert giggle)

Last week while picking up my youngest from daycare the teacher shows me some photos they had taken of him when he was an infant.  My heart melted.  Because standing next to me was a three year old that can talk your ear off until the cows come home.  Not that I have cows, or have ever waited for them to come home, but I would imagine it takes a very long time.  :)

Or even just recently going through the photos I have taken from this summer.  The summer which I clearly remember saying to my kids on the first day of it, that it will be so much fun, is coming to an end. 

And I know I didn't take enough photos. We went to the beach a million times and I have one photo.  Or to the icy store where we sat outside and counted cars. I said to myself, ah, next time I will remember.  Now the end of the summer is here and next time is too late.

Just a few days ago I missed a moment when my little guy dragged every pot and pan out onto the floor to make me dinner.  At the time all I saw was a HUGE mess, but now, sitting here thinking about it all I can do is smile.  A memory that is missed because it is not on a photo.  It is a memory that will quickly be replaced leaving it to the "missing sock" pile of memories.

It drives me bananas because this is what I do.  I take photographs so that others can treasure that time and place of their lives and I am constantly missing my own.  All due to my own fault.  I let my over crazy brain take over with how things need to be in "order" and I miss out on the fun.  (stop shaking your head for all that know the real me.. LOL)

I know I have said this here before here on the blog.  And if you are a client I am always telling you to make sure to take pictures of "piggy pops" (their little feet) because their feet grow so quickly that they alone tell a story.  Well, so to be repetitive I want to say it again.  Take a photo.  Even every other day.  And then take those photos and save them up online, and wait for a snapfish.com, or a shutterfly.com to offer you a photo book for $10.00 and get those photos printed into a keepsake book. (usually every two months they offer these types of deals and now that the holidays are quickly approaching you see more and more of them!)


Here are two photos of my boys that I took one night last week that I love.  They had just finished washing my husbands car with him and they were being sooo silly.  I love it because it quickly reminds me how we were dancing outside, nearing dark and just being fools.  This is a memory that could have been lost forever, but now I have it and one day I can show them and tell them the story.



Now, someone pass me my camera.  :)

Happy Shooting..

Comments

[Kel]

You are right...it passes all to quickly - we should definitely enjoy more and make more memories before it is past.
~K