The Value of a Moment

I don’t always share personal stuff on here but really wanted to share this moment from yesterday. It’s tough for me to get out in front of the camera, I like to hide behind the lens where it’s safe and I don’t have to face the things I don’t like about myself (like flabby arms and double chins!) but yesterday I was reminded that moment trumps all.

The people who love us don’t see our flabby arms and double chins. They see us in our best light, even when we are at our worst. The next time you see a picture of yourself and start to judge yourself harshly I beg you to ask yourself, if the world as you know it ended tomorrow, would the people who only had this photo to remember you by even care? Or would they look past those crows feet and see honest to god happiness from a genuinely beautiful moment in your life?

Moments are fleeting. This moment with Tia will never come back. it will never happen again, and at the end of the day, that hair across my face. the way my forearm is mushed, the crease in my forehead – they just don’t matter, because I loved my little girl.

My daughter Tia won’t remember me as mom with stretchmarks, she will remember me as mom who loved her with every fiber of her being. She will remember me as mom who made time for games and silliness. She will remember me as mom who was strong and bold but soft and sweet when she needed to be, and for the first time in my life, I think that is enough.