Silly Mom Thoughts

How our parents ever captured a decent picture of us as children is beyond me. I can only imagine what it was like, picking up the film at the photo counter before digital cameras came out.

“Oh, kids, I need to pick up some pictures!” Mom would exclaim, maneuvering the shopping cart toward the photo counter.

“I can’t wait to see how the pictures turned out. They’re from Sarah’s birthday party.”

Flip, flip, flip, she would look through the packages containing the photographs of strangers, until she finally came to hers. (She always decorated the “J” in the box uniquely so she could spot her photos quickly. Smart Mom.)

Her children are now excited, remembering how much fun the birthday party was, and hoping to see themselves in the photographs.

Mom’s face would fall when she began thumbing through the pictures.

One after another, she’d see pictures like this:

And this:

And maybe this:

No good pictures of the children, not a single good picture of Sarah’s birthday party.

Dejected, Mom would place the photos back into the envelope and drop it into the cart. She was going to have to pay for 30 pictures of nothing but blurs and partial faces.

Damn.

Aren’t you glad we don’t have to deal with that? One click of the button, and Beep! bad pictures are erased. You can take picture after picture of your child, and go back later to delete the crappy ones. I love it.

Thank God for technology, right?