As Halloween fades into memory, I found myself feeling a bit down last night. The reason? We didn’t take our little one to a pumpkin patch, an outing that had been on my fall bucket list. But then I paused to reflect on why I felt this way. Was it a deep-seated love for picking pumpkins? Not really. Was it the joy of taking my baby out for a fun outdoor experience, likely ending with some apple cider? Perhaps. But the real reason? I craved that perfect photo of him perched on a giant pumpkin, dressed in his cutest fall attire. Absolutely!
More often than not, I find myself questioning, “Did I do this for my child, or was it all about the photo opportunity?” More times than I’m comfortable admitting, the answer leans towards the latter. My baby is just six months old and incredibly easy to please. As long as he’s fed, comfy, and entertained by my silly antics, he’s content. He doesn’t need outings to pumpkin patches or trendy onesies filled with witty phrases. But I certainly do—especially for the pictures.
Truth be told, I often engineer scenarios just to capture a cute moment with my baby. Armed with my ever-present smartphone, I’m on a mission to document every milestone, even if it means staging the scene a bit. How many times have I snapped a picture, only to realize it needed a do-over because of an unsightly booger? Then I might crop out the clutter in the background or enhance the color of his eyes a bit. All this effort, and yet I don’t even share these photos online, thanks to my husband’s request that I comply with.
When I sift through the photo albums at my parents’ house, I find barely two dozen images of me from birth to six months—and that’s being generous. In contrast, I click about two dozen photos of my baby weekly, and on particularly cheerful days, I might capture that many in a single day. The photos my parents took of me are grainy, candid, often with me not looking at the camera, and usually with a pacifier in my mouth. They’re raw and genuine, far from staged, and their scarcity makes each one feel more precious. My son, however, might struggle to remember all the images I’ve taken of him in just the past six months!
With my smartphone always at hand, snapping photos has become a regular part of our daily routine. Dress him for the day? Snap a pic. Feed him pureed squash? Snap another. Buckle him into his car seat and tickle his toes? Another photo. Blow raspberries on his belly before bathtime? Yep, you guessed it—take a photo.
I’m torn between feeling thrilled and a bit disgusted by the sheer volume of pictures I’ve collected. At what point does the quest for the perfect, Pinterest-worthy shot overshadow the simple pleasure of just enjoying my baby—boogers and all? My husband reminded me that a pumpkin patch trip is still on the table; there are no rules saying we can’t pick pumpkins post-Halloween. Perhaps we can still create that memory, and maybe I’ll leave my phone behind this time.
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Summary:
In our fast-paced world of parenting, capturing every moment of our children’s lives often overshadows simply enjoying those moments. While the desire for perfect photos can lead to a fun and creative experience, it’s essential to remember the true joy of being present with our little ones.