It’s so funny because if I crack open an old photo album and ask my mom to walk through the pictures there’s almost always a before this pic / after this pic story. I hate that we forget that when we take a peek into other peoples’ lives.
Hahaha! Now THAT would make a great post-- you and your mom looking through old photos and you sharing what you remember/see and her telling you how it really went down!
So funny and true. I mentioned this FB phenom in a post last year. There’s actually a thing called FB envy. People looking so happy and perfect but really there are horrific arguments before and after the photo is taken and if you knew the truth you would be cured of FB envy.
Thank you for peeling back the facade of these happy-family photos making everyone feel bad about themselves. I already have so many other reasons to feel bad about myself.
Also, I KNEW we had a lot in common. I'm gifted in the art of Peanut Butter M&M's consumption.
I can relate to every word of this as though I’ve lived it myself because I basically have. Different kids. Different situations. Same same “please smile for the camera so we can remember how super fun this catastrophic family time out in public actually was!!!”
I HATED photos as a child, I have some sad reasons that go into that, but often there were fixed family photos, all of us smiling, me only crying minutes before and me only smiling because my mother was yanking my hair and threatening my life from behind me. My two year old says no, and loudly, to photos a lot, I try to respect it as best as I can, but I also find myself wanting the memories too. The real ones, not the fake ones.
Yep, I too feel the tug on wanting the memories but not forcing the memories. I can also hear the sound of my mom commanding my brother and I (who were no doubt fighting seconds before a photo was taken) to SMILE behind her own clenched smile. The irony!
Don’t be fooled!!! I found a picture of me petting a baby bunny which I’m sure I LOVED! Or did I? Do I see the remains of salty tears drying on my cheeks? Hmm…
Loved this one. All too real. I swung the other way and I feel like I might not have enough pics of my kids because I don’t want the awkward moment of them not wanting to take a picture so I just won’t!
There is no option other than to SMILE and take the pic because I must have melted down enough times to scare them into it! But yeah, I dread that day!
Love it! 😂🤣 So true, so funny! Thank you for the laughter! 🙌
Thank you for reading, Jane!
It’s so funny because if I crack open an old photo album and ask my mom to walk through the pictures there’s almost always a before this pic / after this pic story. I hate that we forget that when we take a peek into other peoples’ lives.
Hahaha! Now THAT would make a great post-- you and your mom looking through old photos and you sharing what you remember/see and her telling you how it really went down!
So funny and true. I mentioned this FB phenom in a post last year. There’s actually a thing called FB envy. People looking so happy and perfect but really there are horrific arguments before and after the photo is taken and if you knew the truth you would be cured of FB envy.
Thank you for peeling back the facade of these happy-family photos making everyone feel bad about themselves. I already have so many other reasons to feel bad about myself.
Also, I KNEW we had a lot in common. I'm gifted in the art of Peanut Butter M&M's consumption.
As Urkel would say, “did I do that?” Oops! 😂
OK, so how do we become the Joey Chesnut of M&M eating? I think there’s a real opportunity here.
I know a guy. I'll be in touch.
I can relate to every word of this as though I’ve lived it myself because I basically have. Different kids. Different situations. Same same “please smile for the camera so we can remember how super fun this catastrophic family time out in public actually was!!!”
I HATED photos as a child, I have some sad reasons that go into that, but often there were fixed family photos, all of us smiling, me only crying minutes before and me only smiling because my mother was yanking my hair and threatening my life from behind me. My two year old says no, and loudly, to photos a lot, I try to respect it as best as I can, but I also find myself wanting the memories too. The real ones, not the fake ones.
Yep, I too feel the tug on wanting the memories but not forcing the memories. I can also hear the sound of my mom commanding my brother and I (who were no doubt fighting seconds before a photo was taken) to SMILE behind her own clenched smile. The irony!
The irony indeed!
I see, so I should be going back and viewing my own family’s photos of me as a child with some major skepticism…
Don’t be fooled!!! I found a picture of me petting a baby bunny which I’m sure I LOVED! Or did I? Do I see the remains of salty tears drying on my cheeks? Hmm…
Reading this reminds me of another great writer I love--Erma Bombeck
Oh my!!! What an honor to bring Erma to mind!
Lovs! Love! LOVE!!! And in my British accent “SPOT ON!”
I can hear it! And an F word and you sound just like Gordon Ramsey!
Loved this one. All too real. I swung the other way and I feel like I might not have enough pics of my kids because I don’t want the awkward moment of them not wanting to take a picture so I just won’t!
There is no option other than to SMILE and take the pic because I must have melted down enough times to scare them into it! But yeah, I dread that day!