Today, Brady is three days shy of turning 3 1/2. He is exactly the age I was on September 29, 1974 -- the day we lost my mother.
I sat on the edge of my bed this morning studying my little man's face. While he doesn't usually sleep with us, he came in during the wee hours of the morning. Maybe because he missed me and, after coming to the airport late last night, wanted to be reassured that I was really home... or perhaps because he knew that his mom really needed him there. It's hard to fathom how Brady would react if I was suddenly gone. It's even harder to imagine that he could forget the sound of my voice, the way I call him my Bubbakins, our countless giggle fests and the special relationship we share.
While I will do everything in my power to keep Brady, Jacob and Lucy from experiencing such a loss, there's something that's equally important to me -- and that is making sure I am in pictures with my kids, individually and as a group.
Being the eleventh child, you can imagine how difficult it would be to have regular pics with your parents. I have a very limited number with my own mom. When we were united with Lucy, we were relieved and amazed to discover photos of her with her first mom, from two separate occasions. I can only hope that Lucy is as comforted by those photos as I am by the one below of my mother holding me at my christening.
Today, I am issuing this challenge -- STOP what you're doing and grab the camera. Have someone -- anyone -- take a photo of you and your children. Email it to me at email@example.com and I will include it in a post later this week, featuring all the beautiful mother and child(ren) photos I receive from readers. And, if you're not a mom... find your own mother and go take a picture! I promise you that you will not only avoid regret, you will have a photo that you can treasure for a lifetime. Whether you send me the photo or not, please take the time to do it for yourself. There's a grown up three year old girl who can tell you, without a doubt, it makes a difference.
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