Earlier in my journey as a parent — definitely before I had two kids and while I still had this notion that I would have a clean and tidy organised life — I had this idea that we’d pose for some professionally shot family photos every year.
I wanted something to document our family as we grew. I wanted to create a wall of our family photos through the years, as well as making the world’s easiest Christmas presents. Hey Nana, here’s a photo of us for your piano… again… Surprise!
I fantasised that as the years passed you would see our children as they grew, see us as we aged, see partners join us, and eventually one day grandchildren — all on our wall and all perfectly posed in matching blue jeans an snow white collared shirts.
Could I be any more fake? Probably not.
Not to mention the time and money involved in this exercise, I was on a fool’s errand.
I’m a crazy woman, because I document the life of my family nearly every day. Literally. On my phone.
Like most 21st century mothers, I have an iPhone photo reel of thousands of images of my kids, our family and beautiful, authentic, everyday antics.
Like this:
And like this:
And like this: