Recently my 14 year old daughter and I took a quick trip to New York city for some one-on-one time, a rare opportunity indeed. We love New York and were looking forward to visiting best friends and exploring the city for a couple of days. On the flight we sat next to a young woman in her early twenties who asked us about our upcoming trip. After we told her about our planned adventure, she looked at my daughter and said, “Make sure you take lots of pictures with your mom, this is a special time you have together, enjoy it.” She continued on to tell us how her mom had passed away a month ago, and when she went to find photos of her mom for the funeral service she realized that she didn’t have any – her mom had always been the one taking the pictures. This I can completely understand. I still give my family a hard time, telling them that I can’t believe they had Christmas without me this year, there’s only one picture with me in it – and it’s blurry. As our flight continued so did conversations with our traveling companion, but that initial comment really stuck with me and I wondered what my daughter thought.
We arrived at JFK, got our bags and headed to our bestie’s house for the night, the conversation fully shifting to all of the things we wanted to do in New York. The next morning we started out on our planned day of shopping in SOHO. My daughter loves photography and had just gotten a new camera prior to our trip, so it was no surprise that 5 minutes in the city she had it out, ready to snap pictures. What did surprise me was her first request, she asked to have a picture of her and I together. My surprise was twofold: First that my teenage daughter was actually listening to our traveling companion on the plane, and second that she’d taken her comments to heart.
That photo of the two of us in SOHO holds such a special meaning to me. As I watch my daughter literally grow before my eyes and get ready to start high school in a few days, that photo represents a snapshot in time; an adventure we had together, as well as a realization that time is fleeting. Last Christmas I was so busy that I didn’t even realize I wasn’t in any pictures until I downloaded them from my camera. As moms we spend a lot of time being busy taking care of everyone, and tend to put ourselves last when it comes to pictures, too. It’s important to have those memories with our family to look back on and to make the most of every opportunity. Your life is your story, as you’re living it, you’re writing memories for you and your family. Take the time to make sure you’re part of that story.