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Lily Tessa

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Archer Leo

Posting happy photographs, it's not being fake!


Look at that face. Butter wouldn't melt. A total angel, right? WRONG. This grinning face of my son that you're looking at was actually because I'd relented and given him the coffee mug he'd so desperately been after (for reasons unbeknown to me might I add). This is directly after downing my coffee so fast it burnt my tongue in order to get rid of it before he succeeded in snatching said mug off me. Meanwhile what you can't see in this picture is Lily on the sofa behind him. With the Ipad and her sick bowl. She's so poorly and I'm running between the two of them, it's relentless. 

& It's got me thinking about the power of photography. And how often they actually don't show the real picture at all.



I'm don't know about you but I'm one for scrolling down my Instagram and looking at other people's pictures with a touch of the green eyed monster. Not because of the actual pictures themselves, more because it looks like so and so is having a great day when I'm having such a crappy one. Why can't I be having a great day too?

I think what I need to remember, what a lot of us need to remember, is that a photograph doesn't show true life. It can do, of course it can, but it essentially shows a snapshot. A mere second of someone's day and not the entirety of it. Am I going to not share this photo of Archer because it's not a 'true representation of my day?' No. I do love this picture and I if I look back at it in twenty years time I probably wont remember he was being a little devil that day. (Or maybe I will, ha) 

I'm not being fake or dishonest. I'm just choosing to show the happy.

And so I need to remind myself of the fact that many people are choosing to do the same. Especially when I'm having a hard parenting day like today and scroll through feeds of smiling babies and happy mums and feel like the worlds most rubbish parent because I'm nearing a mini breakdown. 

I'm very aware of the fact that this post isn't very eloquently written. It's very bitty and my thoughts are coming out in a hurried rush. But I have mere minutes until Archer realises he's finished his apple and starts screeching and also zero chance to edit so it will have to do! Now if you'll excuse me I'm going back to spending my day dealing with my daughters over flowing sick bowls and Archers teething tantrums. (And will I post photos of these sick bowls and tantrums on IG later? No, I'll probably post a picture of my kids happily playing in the grass from last week, ha ha.)  


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