08/27/2026
Hey y'all... can we talk moms and camera rolls for a sec?
The second my daughter does something even a little bit cute, I whip my phone out and snap it. We all do it, right? Honestly no wonder the cloud storage companies are raking it in... us moms alone are keeping them in business with the THOUSANDS of photos we take of our kids.
But here's the thing I noticed going back through mine... dad's in there. Grandma's in there. The cousins, the friends, whoever happened to be around that day... they all end up in a shot eventually. The only one who never does? Me. The mom. The one holding the phone.
Photographer aside, I'm just as guilty. I'd be lying if I said we've gotten actual family photos since having Olivia (she's 16 months now, so... that tells you everything, ha). And don't even get me started on branding photos... my profile pic is still rocking my old signature blue from 2022. 2022, y'all. (Should I bring the blue back, by the way? Lemme know in the comments, I'm seriously considering it.) My brain just doesn't go there. It's too busy thinking about everyone else to remember I'm allowed to be in the picture too.
Then my girl Sarah snapped these two photos of me and Liv during a little scout sesh (Liv was the real model that day, I was just tagging along). I wasn't posed. I wasn't even looking at the camera. My hair needed a wash and my outfit was... questionable, we'll leave it there. I was just walking to the next spot, camera in one hand, my girl on my hip.
And these? These are some of the most cherished photos I own.
Not the posed ones. The in-the-moment ones.
So mama... if you've been putting off booking a sesh because it feels like one more thing on the list, I get it, I really do. But you deserve to be in these photos too. Not just behind the camera, not just holding the phone... in the actual memory. When's the last time someone got a photo of YOU with your people?