As a Photographer, I spend most of my time looking at life through a viewfinder. Whether I am capturing the special moments and milestones in the life of a client or friend, or I'm catching that amazing shot as my son scores another goal for his soccer team, I see it through my camera. I am behind the camera so often, watching this amazing life around me and trying to preserve all these special days, that sometimes I forgot to make sure I'm actually a part of those memories being made.
One day, in 20 or 30 years, my grandchildren will be going through our photo albums, looking at all the pictures of a time before them.
They will see my son having fun on a skateboard at the park.
They will see my oldest daughter playing on her cello for all the neighbors to hear.
They will find images of my youngest two girls splashing about in a puddle of water as the rain falls down around them.
They will even find pictures of my husband, surrounded by all of our children, curled up on the couch, reading together.
But where am I in all these moments? I was there of course, taking the pictures, making sure those little moments live on forever.
But is that enough? Is it enough that I was there, camera in hand?
No, not really.
So, I am making a conscious effort to remember to be a part of those captured memories I so cherish.
I remind myself that my children do not care that I feel those extra 10 (or 30) pounds makes me look awful on camera. They do not care that my hair is a mess, or I have no makeup on, or even about that stress pimple in the middle of my forehead.
They only care that I am there, with them, loving them, laughing with them, and being a part of their lives.
I remind myself that my camera has a timer for a reason.
And so, I will use it. And I will get in front of the camera.