“Take a picture with me, Mommy! “, my five year old daughter chirped this afternoon.
Excuses immediately ran through my mind of why I would really rather not. I have a headache, my hair is a mess, I am wearing no makeup and I have hardly slept in days, so I am not looking my best.
Then I had a flashback to being that girl begging for pictures with my mom, who hated having her picture taken. She usually said no, but those times she actually said yes live on as treasures for me. They are beautiful reminders of the loving, joyful childhood I had with a mom who put aside her own insecurity in how she looked for long enough to make a record of a moment with her daughter.