I have to admit, I’m guilty. . . I’m always behind the camera, rarely in front of it. I print and display image after image of my children and other family members, but almost none of myself.
I look at my mantel and see my children’s smiling faces. Above my television hangs a beloved photo of my dad. Close by, my husband smiles broadly, our son, then three, laughing on his lap. Will there come a day my children look around and wonder where their mom is? . . .