“… we NEED to take the shot and remember” – Bolta Nation
This thought means more to me on Mothers’ Day than most days in the year. And even more so this year. I am a mother, and a grandmother to one sweet baby girl (I know, dating myself!) and my first grandson is due this Mothers’ DAY. Oh, the emotions are high.
You see, I’m lucky enough to have had an ENERGETIC AND FANTASTIC grandmother. Oh my I loved that woman and she breathed such life into the family;
a mother from whom I inherited half of the genes that would SHAPE me into who I am today and who LOVED ME AND WAS HANDS-DOWN MY BEST FRIEND, (we shared everything, from my silly broken hearts, to my own motherhood, her funny little ways- we blamed it on being Bohemian lol, to all the crazy and zany);
and an aunt (7 years older than me- we played Barbies together, and have been thick as thieves ever since, a week doesn’t go by we haven’t talked) who feels more like my sister. I don’t have sisters (only fantastic brothers) who gave me that unique relationship that transcends all your other relationships.
So you see I have matriarchs- I am a lucky girl.
My grandmother and mother are gone now, but what tangible thing do I still have left of them? My memories most certainly are there! But the question is ‘ what do I have to hold onto?’
I have photos.
My photos help me to remember. They cause me to think about stories I may have forgotten. I have hundreds of imperfect pictures in albums, boxes and set about the house. They are tangible- I can hold them in my hands. Just like I will soon hold the hand of that sweet new grandson. They are a treasure.
My photos are my archive, the treasure to which I refer.
They illustrate where my life came from, how it started, continued and will certainly finish one day.
SO when you, mom, are darting away from IPhone range because you’re not dressed right, or you feel fat please don’t! Let them take your picture! Or, if you are the one who always has the camera, as I am, please hand it to someone and have them turn that camera on you.
Long after you are gone and your children become the stewards of the family’s stories your snapshots and photos will remain. They will truly become the treasures that your granddaughters hold dear. Make sure there are photos of you to hold onto!!!
They will live forward, speaking across generations saying, “I was here. I mattered to someone. I left a footprint. I started the story of you.”