Growing up I don’t remember our family taking lots of pictures.
At least not to the extent that I’ve been snapping pictures of Lil’ A – which reminds me I have to do something with these mountain of digital pictures.
Yes, maybe a few clicks on birthdays or Christmas but nothing that really stood out in my memory. My parents just wasn’t big on taking pictures.
So when I was given my Oma (Grandmother) collection of pictures went back as far as 1920s, I instantly knew where this love of photography came from. She took some amazing pictures in her young age.
Then in 1992, we lost our house in a fire. At the time we were living in a small mining town called Sangatta in East Borneo. We lost everything except for the clothes on our back, an old suitcase where my father kept all of our families important documents and my bible.
It was at the cracked of dawn…it happened way too fast for us to even thinking to safe anything. All of us went out of the house bare footed. My biggest regret is not even thinking to rescue our photo albums.
Old family pictures are important to me because they act as a bridge from one generations to another. I really wish I will have a chance to ask my Oma about some of her old pictures but I fear there isn’t enough time left and some of those pictures will forever be a mystery to me. Since we had lost all of ours, what little that my family have today came from my grandparents or other families.
It’s rather sad to know that I won’t be able to show Lil’ A pictures of his mommy when she was in elementary school…picture of me with my beloved little yellow bike…or my first dancing recital pictures.
Becoming parents, mommy, had changed my way of embracing photography. Not only that it captured and freezes the milestones from the first time I hold my son to the first steps he took but it’s like a little time machine. Time machine that can still transport me back to those early days where I was too sleep deprived and tired to savor each minutes new baby brought. These old pictures can still put tears in my eyes and made me smile.
Granted, there are pictures that would be perfect for blackmailing him in his teenage years and I will keep them too. Going through little old pictures that I have of me when I was a baby it strike me too how much this boy looks like his Mommy. Here, see it for yourself:
In almost 4 years of his lifetime, Lil’ A has only been in a photo studio once and Mr. X told me that he doesn’t need to since his Mommy already has been snapping pictures since day one. With moving around I haven’t had too many pictures printed out tho’ which I should plan on doing soon.
If you’re into taking pictures of your children, how do you manage the pictures? How do you feel about them?