Abby posted a challenge this morning … and it really got me thinking (and got me looking through old photos).
I don’t have a lot of photos of me and my mom growing up. Maybe half a dozen.
It could be because I’m the youngest of seven, and by the time I came around there was more to worry about than Mommy-Daughter photos. I’m not throwing a pity-party. Because the photos I do have, I cherish beyond words. They are very “of the time” … Kodachrome, 3×3’s … totally ’70s … in fashion and in feel.
I think it’s funny that just a few days after I butchered my own hair (with kids’ lefty scissors … I’m a righty) there’s a picture of me and her on the beach (I loved that bikini … I wish I had one like it now!).
And no matter how stressful Christmas was for our parents (7 kids … are you kidding me?), I love remembering the joy and anticipation of Christmas Eve hanging our string of Who-like stockings on the mantle.
Each 3×3 square sparks a wonderful memory … and pulls strings on my heart.
So I wish there were more.
And Abby’s right.
If I don’t take the pictures with the littles, then there won’t be any pictures for them to cherish … there won’t be the visual stimuli to spark the memory and re-kindle the joy they have now.
Which brings me to Abby’s challenge.
And I hope you’re in.
And what I really hope is that you’ll email us some of your photos over the next 31 days so we can share them with everyone else on here! Our email: email@example.com
Who’s with us?