The Mom Stays in the Picture

I have friends that have recently had babies and approach me to take photos, but are hesitant about being a in them because they aren't where they’d hoped to be at body-wise.  I've always struggled with how to answer this when someone brings it up. The way I see it is that life doesn't stop moving, and you can never get time back. Mother's have gone through an amazingly miracle of creating life, so record that and celebrate it. To my friends and whoever else may happen to read this blog entry, I happened across this wonderful article in the Huffington Post by Allison Tate that I've included a photo and a clip of the article below.  It really resonated with me. I may not be a mother right now, but I hope to be one day and I can only hope that I will be able to embrace life like this.  So to all you mother’s I challenge you...To Get in the Picture.  

 

..."When I look at pictures of my own mother, I don't look at cellulite or hair debacles. I just see her -- her kind eyes, her open-mouthed, joyful smile, her familiar clothes. That's the mother I remember. My mother's body is the vessel that carries all the memories of my childhood. I always loved that her stomach was soft, her skin freckled, her fingers long. I didn't care that she didn't look like a model. She was my mama.

So when all is said and done, if I can't do it for myself, I want to do it for my kids. I want to be in the picture, to give them that visual memory of me. I want them to see how much I am here, how my body looks wrapped around them in a hug, how loved they are."...

Have a wonderful weekend!