Earlier today, I was organizing my photos on the computer. This task always becomes quite pressing when I have real work I am supposed to be doing at the computer. Pictures must be played with. Also, screensavers, wallpapers, and email settings must be completely changed around.
Anyway, as I sorted through digital photos, I noticed something. There were hardly any pictures of me and there were no pictures of me holding a baby. This seems ridiculous. Mama holding a baby has been a standard part of this household’s everyday background for over 11 years now. And we have no photographic evidence of this fact?
There is, of course, a good reason for this. I am the one who takes the pictures around here. Usually with the baby in one arm while I point and shoot with the other. Since I am not about to try to figure out that timer-button thingy on my camera, there is no way I am ever going to take a photo of myself. So it seems none will be taken.
Well, enough is enough. I decided that I do indeed want some tangible evidence of my Mothering Small Babies years. I handed Kateri the camera and told her to start taking some pictures.
So 30 year old Raphael, here’s proof. Proof that your Mama did indeed lug you around. All day. Every day. Baby belly and all. It was an honor to do it.