As the vibrant colors of autumn fade away, I found myself feeling a wave of disappointment last night. We had missed the chance to take our little one to a pumpkin patch, an activity I had eagerly anticipated this fall. But then I pondered the source of my sadness. Was it my genuine enthusiasm for pumpkin picking? Not really. Did I yearn for the experience of exposing my baby to the joys of nature that might conclude with delicious apple cider? Perhaps. But the truth is, what I truly craved was the perfect photograph of him perched atop a massive pumpkin, dressed in his cutest autumn attire.
In moments of reflection, I often ask myself whether my actions stem from a desire to create memories for my child or simply to secure a great photo. More times than I’d like to admit, the motivation has been the latter. My baby is only six months old, and his happiness is straightforward—food, a clean diaper, and a little playful entertainment are all he needs. He doesn’t require outings to pumpkin patches or trendy onesies, but I certainly do. I want those snapshots for the memories.
I confess I often set up scenarios for my baby solely for the sake of capturing images. With my phone at the ready, I seize every precious moment, even if it necessitates some staging. How often have I taken a picture, scrutinized it, and then retaken it after attending to a tiny detail, like a stray booger? I might crop out the unmade bed in the background or enhance the color of his eyes through editing. And for what purpose? I don’t even post these pictures online, as per my husband’s wishes, which I reluctantly honor.
Reflecting on my own childhood, I realize that my parents captured a mere handful of photos of me from birth to six months. In contrast, I take dozens of pictures of my baby each week, sometimes even in a single day if he’s particularly cheerful or the lighting is just right. The few photos of my infancy are genuine, with imperfections—a grainy quality, stained clothing, and a pacifier often in view. Their scarcity makes them special, etched in my memory. If my son were to try to remember all the photos I’ve taken of him, it would surely overwhelm him.
With my smartphone as my constant companion, snapping pictures has become a routine part of parenting. Dress him for the day, take a photo. Feed him pureed squash, take a photo. Place him in his car seat and nibble his toes, take a photo. Engage in playful antics before bath time, take a photo.
I experience a mix of joy and concern over the sheer volume of images I have of him. When will enough be enough? When will the desire for that picture-perfect moment cease to overshadow the simple pleasure of enjoying my baby, boogers and all?
My husband reminded me that there’s still time to visit a pumpkin patch, as it’s not forbidden to go pumpkin picking post-Halloween. Perhaps we will create that memory after all, and I might even leave my phone in the car.
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In summary, while my obsession with capturing every moment of my baby’s life may sometimes overshadow the joy of simply being present, I am learning to find a balance. There’s beauty in both the photographs and the unfiltered experiences of parenthood.
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