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LIFE: In Front of the Photo Taking Mama

Photo by Artem Beliaikin on Unsplash

In the past few years, I have heard the grumblings of older generations about the constant use of cameras when families are out and about. I am not saying families whos noses are in their phones using the playground as a babysitter, I am talking about moms who are always taking photos of their kids. I have even seen blog after blog about being present with your families instead of having photos of every event. I agree we need to be present in the moments that are happening, but is there someone missing that moment?

Yes, there is someone missing those moments. 

It could be a dad or mom is at work.
It could be siblings away at school.
It could be grandparents that are not living in the area. 

I am writing this two-fold. First, that as the caretaker, we have to ignore the stares and whispers of the people around us. Second, we never know why someone is doing what they are doing, so why does it matter to us?

All of this came to heart today as I am walking around the park doing both of my jobs, social media poster for Ignite Hope and mom to my little boy. I interchanged scoping adoption content for work and uploading photos to Tinybeans ( a virtual family photo album) for the family who does not get to see my kid growing up. Malachi has grandparents in three states, great grandparents in two states and two countries, and aunts and uncles(and greats) spread around too. I do not want our family to miss out on seeing this sweet boy grow and learn, and I get calls from them if I take too many days to upload photos and videos. 

So next time you see a caretaker trying to capture a moment on the playground, smile- because you do not know who is on the receiving end of that photo. Bonus if you offer to take a picture of the caretaker and the kid. If you are the photo taker, enjoy every moment with and without the camera.

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