I was sorting through and organizing photos on my computer the other day and came to a startling realization. I have very few pictures of my teenage daughter and it has been several years since she has been part of a family photo. My yearly folders are filled with tons of photos of my two boys who are just finishing kindergarten and sixth grade and some of my husband and me, but she is nowhere to be found.
In this age of Instagram and other social media photo apps, I am relegated to having to stalk her account to take screen shots of her selfies to preserve something for my own future remembrance. Gone are the days of albums filled with action photos and family memories. They have been replaced with an array of selfie portraits, and upon closer observation, I realized that I was guilty of it, too —.so many of my pictures are of me, taken by me: me in my car, me about to chow down on my favorite food and me with some exciting event going on in the background. I thought for a while about why I take pictures — to preserve memories for my family and our posterity. I immediately wondered, though, what my future grandchildren or great-grandchildren would think of my head inserted over top of just about everything I was taking a picture of. With this in mind, I am going to shift my picture taking focus this summer to really capturing our memories and not just the instant selfie moment. I am going to take more pictures of places, fun times, and family and friends and less of me eating my ice cream cone.
Stephanie lives in the Massaponax area with her husband Mike and children, Julia (14), Tyler (11) and Aiden (6). Pictured above is everyone but Julia.