It is pretty common for Mom to always be behind the camera. Taking precious snapshots of all of your baby’s firsts. Group photos of all the grandparents and cousins, I mean someone has to hold the camera. Even in the age of the selfie, Mom seems to still disappear in the darkness. Let’s be honest, chances are if you are like me, it is because you are a hot mess. I mean no one wants to see you three days without a shower and in need of a good eyebrow wax. As a mom, we have all been there. A majority of the photos of my boys first year do not include me. It was not until recently did this all change.

Now in my younger years, it may appear as though I had invented the selfie. But as I got

older, I fell into the feeling that taking pictures of yourself is rather vain. Mix that with a large bout of low self-esteem, I then moved behind the camera. Besides, when my first son arrived, I had discovered a new focus for my photography. When Pickle showed up a year later, there was no need to see my face. I mean everyone wanted to see our babies anyway. It was only when I started to share my fitness journey as a Beachbody Coach did I step back in front of the camera.

And yes, I started getting the snide jokes about all the selfies. Yes, I started to doubt myself for doing it. I mean I was proud for all that I accomplished. I was sharing myself doing things that I loved. Instead of just taking picture of my kids, I started taking them with my children. It started becoming second nature. Good Workout. Take a selfie. Snuggle time on the couch. Take a selfie. Getting ready for a bout. Take a selfie. All moments I want to look back and remember. Most of all, when I am long gone, I want my children to remember the women I was. I want my grandchildren and great-grandchildren to know who I was as a person. I want them to see what my life was like.

The other day I was in the car sobbing to the song “Somebody’s Hero” by Jamie O’Neal

when I realized I have no pictures of my grandmother. The most recent picture I have from my own mother is from a couple of years ago. It made me sad. Sure, I remember what my grandmother looked like but as the years go by the memory starts to fade. I am sure the same will happen with my own mother. Honestly, it is a shame. I feel like more mothers should be in front of the camera instead of behind. Who cares if you are in yours PJs? What does it matter. Why do you have to look perfect every-time to take a photo?  No one is saying you have to post them all but don’t stop yourself from taking them. You

may scroll through my Facebook page and see me as a “selfie whore”. (I have always hated that term.) I see a scrapbook of memories to pass on to generations to come. So selfie on my friend. Selfie-on