Here’s a parenting side effect that no one talks about: the photos.
Oh my gosh, you guys. The photos.
Let’s not discuss that I have an entire cloud storage account devoted to the 10,00 or so pictures that I took of Bear’s first year alone.
Let’s not discuss the 400 videos I took of his first year.
Let’s not even begin to discuss all the times my phone has run out of storage and the countless hours I’ve spent deleting shots of my shoes or my lunch or whatever it takes to make room for his goofy little smile or videos of him toddling shakily around our house.
Instead, let’s talk about what gets lost in the minute-by-minute photo-documentation of life that we’re all guilty of. You know what gets lost? The highlights.
Those special moments get drowned into the hundreds of photos on Instagram, the thousands in “the cloud” that never get looked at again.
When I was growing up, my mom painstakingly saved every snapshot, organized into boxes that lined our closets. She labeled the back of each one with “Katy Birthday 1989″ or “Emily Halloween October 1992″ so she always knew where to find them. Things are a little easier these days — I can hit “Ctrl+F” and find all my photos from November 2014, or log in to Facebook to see what I’ve saved. But sometimes I get jealous of the limits that came with storing physical photos — you couldn’t take 10,000 shots, because where would they go? Now they go nowhere, and so we take them all.
But sometimes, you want a moment that’s a little more special. The incredibly talented Kate shot these of me and Bear a few weeks ago, and it was a great reminder that sometimes it’s better to pick quality over quantity. I’ve been insanely busy lately, and sometimes I worry that a week or two has gone by undocumented (gasp!) and I get concerned that I’ve missed some special moment without capturing it in digital form. But then I look at photos like this and I try to remember: sometimes one beautiful moment, perfectly captured, is better than 10,000 shots that I’ll never look at again. In an ideal world, I’d do both. But when the days are too short, I try to remind myself that it’s ok to just live my life instead of documenting it.
Even if, at the end of the day, what gets saved are a few snapshots and a lot of memories.
Loren Hope necklace, Maggy London dress, GiGi New York clutch, Jimmy Choo heels.
Photo Credit: Kate Robinson Photography
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I’ve written before about our love of ice cream this summer, but this little kiddo is nothing short of obsessed! And mom feels about the same way. (One bite for you, one bite for me…)
It’s been really fun to be able to take Bear on little trips and outings, just the two of us! Ice cream is a favorite, but in the past week, we’ve also done pizza and… get ready for this… sushi! Yes, my little fourteen-month-old baby eats sushi. I’m so proud! (No raw fish yet… I got him an avocado roll!)
We’ve had such a blast trying out new destinations and it’s fun to watch as he explores everywhere we go! He still gets a little nervous in new environments, but it’s really fun to watch him get comfortable trying new things and enjoying them. Step one: sushi. Step two: the world!
Last week was a pretty incredible one. As I’m sure you all know by now, the Supreme Court issued a long-awaited ruling affirming the right to marriage on behalf of all United States Citizens, no matter their sexual orientation.
And on Friday morning, minutes after the decision was published, I sat down, read the opinion, and cried tears of joy.
In our world, progress often comes very slowly and then all at once. This victory was the result of years of courage and patience on behalf of the litigants, attorneys, and the entire LGBT community. It was a long time coming. Too long. But it came. And it was so beautiful when my Facebook page was suddenly filled with rainbow profile pictures in celebration.
There were a number of moving passages in the Supreme Court’s opinion, but my favorite was this: “The nature of injustice is that we may not always see it in our own times.” We all come of age in a society that we didn’t shape, with influences around us that put a filter on what we view as wrong and right. And seeing through that filter — realizing that injustice exists and needs to be fixed — is the best thing we can do for each other.
Our rights as citizens are stronger when they are applied equally. Marriage, as an institution, is stronger when everyone is given equal access to it. Our Constitution didn’t create privileges for a select few. It acknowledged certain human rights, under the law, for everyone.
This was a legal victory, of course. And it was a personal victory for the millions of LGBT citizens whose rights were affected by the decision. But it was also a human rights victory for our country and the world.
It’s fitting that the weekend that followed celebrated LGBT Pride, because that’s exactly what I felt when I read the Supreme Court’s opinion. I felt incredibly proud.
Congratulations to all the newlyweds this week!