The other day I was asked to provide a photo of me and my son Sam for this blog. Could I find one? No! The only ones of us together are taken by me with the camera at arms length. The result is rarely flattering and usually chin heavy. Now if I’d been asked for a picture of Sam with my husband then there would have been a plethora to choose from. We could fill albums of specific father/son moments that capture the beauty of their relationship. Indeed I often find myself moved to grab the camera and take a quick snap of the two of them together. But it would seem that this same thought never ever occurs to my husband. Now if my DH was placed in front of an inanimate object such as a building or a mountain he’d more than likely be inspired to take a photo or twelve (we have many examples of such photos in our holiday collection), so what is it about me that leaves him uninspired?

I must admit, that I find photos of “stuff” very dull. Unless there is a human in a photo then I’m rarely interested in it. The funny thing is that I think DH feels the same way – when we look at our holiday snaps, it’s not the pictures of our resort that bring back the memories, it’s the photos of us having fun that put a smile on our faces. That’s why it makes me a bit sad that there are so few nice pictures of me and Sam. I want to try and hold on to every moment and every stage of his life and it’s just a shame that I have so few reminders of the little things we’ve done together that made us laugh.

Having said all that I think it only fair to point out that this is not a phenomena linked only to my husband. According to my mother friends, their husbands and partners are just as bad. Mmmm, strange. So what’s the answer? The only thing I can think of is to either shove a camera into their hands at appropriately touching moments or (the one I think is more likely to succeed) simply grow longer arms.

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