Do you have a favourite family photo?
I thought I’d pop this into a little blog post as its created a lot of interest over on my Instagram account. Every year, my sister and her children come to stay for our village regatta week. It’s a strange old week as the same faces return year after year, almost a Ground Hog Day-esk feel.
We have so many photos taken during this week. They go as far back to when I was a baby and most are usually taken on the beach, the centre point for the regatta.
So with the arrival of my last baby in 2014, we started staging a photograph of the grandkids sat in deckchairs, during regatta week, as a momento for our mum & dad.
( It’s not actually the first time we’ve done this as the top photo shows)
But what I love more than anything, and aside from the obvious physical changes, are the personalities which shine through. From the innocent childhood years, the completely unaware what’s going on years to the grumpy, I-really-don’t-want-to-do-this years.
Last year my eldest was dying of embarrassment and desperate to get away, it was a phase of really breaking free from the family ties in search of some teenage independence while I clung on with sheer determination. A battle of wills as we both navigated unchartered waters.
While my pre teen, although not hormonal enough to warrant an excuse for defiance was simply exhausted this stroppy, after a week of full on days with his cousins, his best friends who he didn’t want to be apart from for a single minute.
And the wriggly toddler who I watched like a hawk, hoping he wouldn’t break free and face plant on the pebbles. A start contrast to the sleepy newborn propped in the chair without a care in the world in 2014!
This year tells a completely different story. One of a teenager slowly coming back to the nest, happy to spend a few more minutes in his families presence and (hopefully) appreciating that we’re actually not that bad after all. The three amigos, my pre teen and my nephews. Rejoicing at their long overdue reunion and sharing a (probably rude or silly) joke.
And my niece, smiling for the camera now fully aware of the drill and picking up on the feel good vibe as the giggles rein out. Then there’s my baby, no longer propped up, a little unsure (he did join in with the smiles eventually) still a little unsure and most definitely plotting his escape.
But above all, these makes me smile as quite simply, it’s a happy place for us all where year after year, amazing memories are made all in one simple family photo.