The Day I Asked My Son to Snap My Picture – And Why You Should Too

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Hey there, friends! So, my mom’s birthday is coming up, and since it falls on a Thursday, I thought it’d be fun to share a nostalgic photo of her on my Facebook page. You know, one of those classic shots that capture her as a carefree kid in the 70s. I immediately knew which picture to use—her lounging in the backyard, soaking up the sun. I’ve got a few old family albums tucked away under my bed, bursting with those iconic avocado green and burnt orange pages. When I flipped open the first album, there it was—the perfect snapshot.

There were plenty more photos like it—my mom stretched out on a beach chair, relaxing on a brown tweed couch in front of a vintage wood-paneled wall, or posing with my dad next to his motorcycle. Each picture reflected a woman full of life and joy, while we kids were probably off playing somewhere unsupervised—can you believe it? Back then, helicopter parenting hadn’t yet crashed the party, so my mom enjoyed a sense of calm that’s rare today.

As I typed a “Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you!” message alongside that lovely picture, I couldn’t help but wonder if my sons would ever find a picture of me like this someday. I glanced over at the towering stack of scrapbooks in our living room, overflowing with memories of their childhood—first steps, birthdays, and countless family outings. Yet, there was a glaring absence: me. It would take flipping through at least seven albums before I’d stumble upon a picture of myself, and the only one I found was of me in a hospital bed cradling a newborn.

What about the years after that? The baby grew up, but where was the mom? Motherhood swept me away, and suddenly, I was always behind the camera, capturing their lives while neglecting to document my own. Sure, I’ve taken my fair share of selfies—most of which show me post-workout, trying to motivate others to get moving. My Instagram feed is filled with pictures of food (with five guys to feed, can you blame me?), sunsets, and my boys living their best lives. But where are the photos of the woman behind it all?

The last shot I found of myself, looking relaxed and carefree, was from my honeymoon—almost 18 years ago! I’ve spent all this time in the background, focusing on nurturing my boys and building their childhood memories. But what about my own memories?

So, I decided it was time to change that. Today, I asked my 11-year-old, Jake, to take a picture of me. “Just you?” he asked, puzzled. “Yep, just me on the porch where one day you’ll remember I spent so much time.” I explained, “In 30 years, you’ll want this picture, and I want you to be able to find it.”

So, fellow moms, it’s your turn! Make sure you get in the picture of your life—front and center. Don’t let your kids grow up searching for evidence of the amazing woman who raised them. And if you’re curious about home insemination, check out this great resource on intrauterine insemination, or take a look at Cryobaby’s home insemination kit for more information. If you want to read more about this, visit our other blog post for additional insights!

So, let’s capture those moments together, because your kids will want to remember you just as much as you want to remember them.