Lately, one of my favorite activities has been scrolling through the countless photos on my phone. It’s fascinating how a visual timeline of my life is so easily accessible, allowing me to immerse myself in cherished memories for hours. At a moment’s notice, I can revisit my kids at various ages or reflect on the early days of my marriage. Whenever I crave the beauty of an ocean sunrise, I can effortlessly pull up images from our numerous family beach trips.
However, there is one aspect of my photo collection that fills me with embarrassment. If a stranger or even a close friend were to glance through my gallery, I would feel the urge to explain myself because it’s hard to miss the overwhelming number of selfies.
My selfie journey began when my daughter was born. During those late-night hours, I wanted to capture moments of just the two of us without waking my husband, so I snapped a few selfies. They weren’t intended for social media or framing; they were simply a means of documenting those exhausting yet precious times together.
As the months passed and late-night feedings faded away, the frequency of my selfies decreased, but my phone continued to fill with images. For every hundred photos, only two or three featured me, and that realization was somewhat disheartening.
It’s important to mention that my husband is a fantastic dad and equally involved in our activities; however, he doesn’t share my instinct to take pictures. He will snap photos when asked, but capturing moments isn’t his natural inclination.
Having a camera readily available is something I see as a blessing—my mom would have cherished this opportunity when I was a child. So, you can label my selfie-taking as you wish, but the reality is that I simply want to be included alongside my kids in this digital archive.
Initially, I captured selfies primarily when my husband wasn’t around. Whether it was cozying up on the couch watching TV with the kids or dancing in the kitchen, I wanted to ensure I was part of those memories. This habit soon extended to outings, where I’d take pictures of my children enjoying activities, followed by a selfie of me, whether we were hiking or picking out a Christmas tree.
I realize that capturing a photo isn’t necessary to validate my presence; my kids will love me regardless of whether I’m in front of or behind the camera. The key point is that I was there with them.
Yet, for me, these selfies hold deeper significance. They serve as a tangible connection to the important and mundane moments we share as a family. I want my loved ones to have visual reminders of my presence during these times, and if selfies are the simplest way to achieve that, then I will continue to take them.
As much as I may cringe at them now, I hope that someday I’ll look back and appreciate their existence. Instead of just reminiscing about my joy, I’ll be able to see it captured in bright, smiling selfies.
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In summary, my love for selfies stems from a desire to document my presence in my children’s lives. They are a visual reminder of our shared experiences, ensuring that I am included in our family memories. Despite any initial embarrassment, I embrace this habit as a means to cherish and celebrate our moments together.