Capturing the Moments: A Mamarazzi’s Reflection

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I remember the day my dad handed me a sandwich bag filled with childhood treasures. I opened it, not really sure what to expect, and was greeted by a collection of old photographs, each one dripping with the nostalgic vibes of the 1980s. As I sifted through the images, I found snapshots of everyday life—joyful moments, silly faces, and even a few pouts—all preserved in time. My mother’s elegant cursive graced the backs of these pictures, each date a reminder of when these memories were made. As I looked closer, I couldn’t help but notice how much I resembled my own children, a beautiful testament to genetics.

Now that I’m a mom myself, I find myself constantly snapping photos of my kids. The main difference is that I often do it with the intent to share these moments on social media, so every relative, from the aunts in Tulsa to cousins in Peru, can see them. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I’ve captured thousands of images of my little ones. I could say it’s all out of love, and it is, but too often I find myself interrupting their joyful moments to pull out my phone. I’ve seen smiles fade the moment I start clicking away, and sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it to capture a moment instead of simply enjoying it.

Just a few weeks ago, I was less than subtle about my disappointment when my son didn’t smile on Santa’s lap during our first Christmas as a family of four. I desperately wanted that perfect photo to frame and share, even though I had expressed that I didn’t want to buy the professional one. My husband, however, went ahead and purchased it anyway, a reminder of my less-than-perfect parenting moments.

Looking back at the authentic collection my mom created, I realize I need to change my approach. She didn’t have the luxury of digital cameras; each shot was precious. She captured genuine moments, allowing me to be myself without the pressure to smile for the camera. I worry about what kind of message I’m sending to my kids. Have I shown them that my love is conditional on their smiles? I want them to feel cherished just as they are, not just when they’re grinning for the camera. I need to embrace their full range of emotions—happy or moody—just as they are.

So, I’m taking a page from my mom’s book and committing to a more authentic approach to photography. No more filters or forced smiles. Just real-life moments, with all their ups and downs.

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In summary, as I navigate motherhood and the compulsion to document every moment, I remind myself that it’s more important to live in the moment than to try to capture it perfectly. Embracing authenticity over perfection will help my children feel loved for who they are, unfiltered and real.