National Selfie Day!

It's National Selfie Day today. I call myself the "selfie Queen". I was taking selfies back in the days even before the word "selfie" was coined, not on the phone but with a regular camera.

I was an exhausted mom, of twins, there would nobody be around to take a picture of me with them. I have no pictures of me as a baby or growing up, of me or pictures of me with my parents/ siblings and I wanted to make sure that my children had plenty of those.

There were times when I was tired, sad , angry, frustrated, feelings of hopelessness, at home with them, sitting on the sofa, crying, all of us. There was a TV in front of the sofa I could see our reflections on the TV screen; looking at their innocent faces on that screen would melt me, spark happiness inside of me. That's when it occurred to me. I wanted to catch those moments, happy, sad moments, when I was ready to give up but I didn't.

I had found my happiness, through these selfies. I so very loved those selfies, I still do. My friends and family make fun of me at times because I take so many pictures. But I love them, precious moments captured, I will cherish them forever. The kids are now grown and flown and all I have left are these precious memories.

So, if you are a new mom, struggling, feeling helpless.... I hear you, I can feel your pain. Find your happiness. I found mine through "selfies". On the days I am sinking in a hole, I look at these pictures for my return back to happiness, love and I take more selfies. Just rambling.

I took the first two pictures with a regular camera with a timer. Not a great quality but I have them as memories.

I took this years later with a cell phone when selfies were more common. Not a great quality but I wanted to memorize that moment forever.

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