As I write this, we are on our family holiday in north wales. Being on holiday, feeling relaxed and totally de-stressed, I find myself being more analytical and conscious of what I am doing. Especially when it comes to the children. I so desperately want them to enjoy and love every second of their holiday, and of course like most, I have happily snapped away over 200 photographs in the space of 5 days.
We had a busy morning exploring the beautiful and wonderfully scenic 'Harlich Castle', where I took some photos to try and capture Frankie's joy and also the breathtaking views that were framed beautifully by the castle Windows.
Whilst getting rather carried away with my photo taking, it suddenly dawned on me that whilst I was busy snapping, I wasn't really enjoying the scenery or beauty of the castle myself.
Arguing with myself (as I often do) I thought about how lovely it would be to have the photographs to look back on one day and how nice it is to capture these precious memories.
But, then I questioned myself. Am I capturing memories? Or am I in fact ruining special moments?
When I think back to my childhood, the memories I remember so vividly there aren't any photographs of, and yet the photographs mum pulls out every so often of us as children I often think I remember the memory but then quickly realise that actually I'm using the photograph to create and build a memory around it.
I realised today that by taking so many photographs, I'm not 'present' whilst we are exploring as a family. I'm too busy telling Frankie to 'say cheese' or photographing the castle from different angles to include the rolling hills and crashing waves in the background.
This afternoon, we headed to the beach and the phone/camera stayed at home.
We built sand castles, we ran and waded in the sea, we played chase with Noa and span her round in a giggly embrace. We collected sea shells, we played 'camper vans' and took it in turns to 'drive' to a new destination. We then walked up the beach to collect driftwood so we could make a fire.
That 2 hours of our trip was the more special than any other part so far. I was present. I wasn't trying to get a good shot of Frankie laughing with her daddy or Noa eating the sand for the seventh time, nor was I trying to get a candid family selfie.
Instead I will treasure and cherish this memories, and I know Frankie will too.
From now on, I'm going to try be a little less snap happy and focus more on creating memories not capturing them.
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