Ah the holidays…
A time when everyone pulls their camera out and catches you in moments of surprise with a mouthful of turkey and eggnog stains on your shirt. I fully believe that the holidays are when the most blackmail opportunities are created.
In that time and space we might hate those photos of ourselves. We might label ourselves as fat or as having a bad hair day and bury the photos deep in the back of the filing cabinet.
But years later we pull out those photos and our heart skips a beat because they are photos that might have changed our life or captured moments that were so precious that even the photo has trouble containing it.
Sometimes the photo might be the first one you see of the man you’re dating online that you might just marry one day.
Many years later the sweetness of that photo will grow as grandparents pass away and the photo is another way to hold onto them.
Other times the photo might result in your life being threatened by your mother-in-law for posting this photo on your blog. But it’s worth it because it’s the first photo that you have as being part of this family and that is worth more than death threats.
Plus you can send her a hundred pictures of her grandchildren in cute poses tomorrow and all will be forgotten.
Or you can just post a grainy picture of her 1st grandchild’s 1st Christmas.
Sometimes walking down the candy cane and pumpkin pie lined road of holiday memory lane will make you cry.
And then there’s the off chance that looking at the pictures of someone making Christmas cookies for the first time will make you laugh. There might still be flour on that ceiling.
And the people that you truly miss and haven’t seen for far too long will pop up when you’re scrolling through photos and you’ll cherish that photo. Maybe it will be capturing your baby’s first Thanksgiving with your grandmother who has always looked the same to you.
Perhaps you’ll remember how you swore as a young adult to make all your kids clothes but after three matching dresses for Thanksgiving you gave up and never attempted that again!
So maybe this year when your mouth is full of Turkey, you shouldn’t run from the cameras.
Maybe we should all do more to capture the moments that might not mean much now but will bring a mom sitting on the couch, typing on her laptop, to tears.