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My Unwavering Love for Baby Photography
Halloween has passed, and I found myself feeling a bit down last night when I realized we didn’t take our little one to a pumpkin patch. It was right at the top of my fall to-do list. But then I paused to ask myself why it bothered me so much. Is it because I’m a huge fan of pumpkin picking? Not really. Is it that I enjoy the effort of getting my baby out of the house for a little outdoor fun that will probably end with us sipping apple cider? Maybe. But the real reason? I wanted to snap a precious photo of him perched on a giant pumpkin, dressed in his cutest fall outfit. Yes, that’s it!
If I were to reflect on my motivations, I’d find myself often asking, “Did I do this for my baby, or for the photo?” More often than I’d like to admit, it’s for the photo. It’s a tough thing to own up to, but it’s the truth. My little guy is just 6 months old and incredibly easy to please. As long as he’s fed, has a clean diaper, and someone is being silly for his amusement, he’s a happy camper. He doesn’t need pumpkin patch adventures or cute onesies with witty phrases. But I sure do. Those things are essential for capturing those picture-perfect moments.
Truth be told, I often create scenarios just for the sake of getting a great photo of my baby. With my trusty smartphone in hand, I’m always ready to document each sweet moment, even if it’s a bit staged. How many times have I taken a picture, scrutinized it, and then retaken it after wiping away the booger on his nose? Then I might crop out the messy bed in the background or tweak the colors to make his eyes pop a little more. And for what? I don’t even post these photos online (a request from my husband that I reluctantly honor).
When I sift through the photo albums at my parents’ house, I might find a couple dozen pictures of me from birth to 6 months—if I’m lucky. I take that many photos of my baby every week! On especially smiley days, I could snap that many in a single day. The pictures my parents took of me as a baby are mostly blurry, with me rarely looking at the camera and often covered in baby food. They’re genuine, unedited moments—far from perfect, but they hold a special charm. I can easily recall those few memories. If my son tried to memorize all the pictures I’ve taken of him in the last six months, his head would probably spin!
With my phone practically glued to my hand and the ease of capturing moments, taking photos of my baby has become a part of our daily routine. Change his outfit? Snap a pic. Feed him some pureed squash? Snap a pic. Put him in his car seat and nibble on his toes? Snap a pic. Tickle him before bath time? Snap a pic.
I feel a mix of joy and disbelief at how many photos I’ve already amassed. When is enough truly enough? When does the chance for a Pinterest-perfect shot stop overshadowing simply enjoying my baby in all his messy glory?
My husband reminded me that we still have time to visit that pumpkin patch. After all, there’s no rule against going pumpkin picking after Halloween. So perhaps we’ll create that memory after all—and maybe I’ll leave my phone in the car this time.
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In summary, my obsession with capturing my baby’s moments may sometimes overshadow simply enjoying them, but it’s a journey I’m navigating with love and a playful spirit.