I grew up with my father, who never had photos developed and framed. When I spent time at friends’ houses, I envied the warmth that family photos brought to their homes. Very early on, I knew I wanted my adult home to be more like that.
I saw the value in displaying photographs of loved ones and happy memories, and I craved it. By middle school, I started buying disposable cameras with my babysitting money and taking pictures when I hung out with friends.
I noticed the positive effect that photos had on my mood very quickly
I didn’t have my own adult home yet, but I put pictures of my friends and me along the border of my bedroom mirror and regularly switched out my favorite photos in my school binder cover. I was searching for ways to create my own little spaces in the world, filled with memories that made me feel better. No matter what kind of mood I was in, whenever I saw those pictures, I felt loved.
By the time I was in high school and college, I was the one making copies of photos for friends. I noticed how exuberant my best friends would become when I gave them a photo of us being silly or just having a good time together. Before digital cameras and smartphones, looking at new pictures that had just been developed was really exciting for us.
Photographs allowed me to make a home on a small budget
When I had my son in my 20s, I knew I wanted to create a warm home, filled with photographs for him to see everywhere. As a single parent, photographs have been an inexpensive yet extremely effective way to make our home feel like a home. He has always loved it when I get new pictures to put up on the fridge or have framed.
It makes me really happy that I did this one simple thing differently from my dad, because I’ve seen it make an impact on my son’s life. I can see his face light up when he looks at certain pictures that are displayed, even ones that have been on the wall his entire life.
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At 12, he’s now decorating his room in the same way I once did, pinning pictures of his friends up on the corkboards in his bedroom.
Pictures of my family help me always see what matters
Now that I’ve remarried, there are a lot of pictures of us together as a family or of just my husband and me.
It’s really hard to stay mad at my husband when I walk past a picture of us on our honeymoon, and it’s even more difficult to be upset with my son when I see a picture of him as a baby. It helps me see him as that baby again, who needs just as much love and support from me now as he did then. And when I see my husband and me so happy and in love, it makes me want to hang on to that and not take it for granted.
These pictures of different times in our lives don’t just make us happier, but they are powerful reminders of what’s most important. There’s a part of me that’s sad for not having experienced that when I was growing up, but I’m also relieved that I learned how to do it for myself and my family as an adult. My son loves photos just as much as I do, and so I know he’ll grow up to display them in his own spaces. It’s such a simple yet important thing he’s going to be able to do for himself and his loved ones, and that makes me really happy.
