I bought a decent camera last fall, and ever since then I’ve been taking tons of pictures of the kids. I love it. But today while I was taking some rather typical playground shots of the beasts I realized something: I hardly have any photographs of me over the last 5-6 years because I’m the one who’s behind the camera. I’m hardly ever in front of the camera. And I’m not of fan of taking self-portraits. My arms are too short or something and my head ends up looking like a football and my nose leaves something to be desired. And no, I’m not just being self-critical.

It’s bizarre to think that I am creating all these memories of my children now, and what will it look like 10-15 years down the road? What will I be thinking when I look back at these pictures? Will I remember how sweet they are at this stage? Or will I barely recall what it was liking living with them at these ages? And what of myself? When I do happen to stumble across the occasional, sporadic portrait of myself, what will I think? Will I think that I was beautiful back then? Or will I be self-critical and wonder what on earth I was wearing and how could I possibly think that I looked good back then? And will my children remember their lovely, uncomplicated lives when they view themselves as young, fearless spirits frozen in time?

Ahhhh, no answers today. Just questions.