I don't take myself too seriously.
I don't always wear make up, or do my hair.
But this is how my kids see me.
And they love me.
They don't care about the bags under my eyes, or the kinks in my hair, or the spot on my face. They love me for the mum that I am.
Recently there's been a lot more of this. I want to remember them how the kids are. The things they do, how they look, and the memories that go with the pictures.
I realised that I wanted some of me too. Not glammed up for a photo shoot, or on a Sunday - the one day I wear make up and do my hair (mostly), but everyday. How I am in this stage of life, and how I look.
And I want to remember what I think, and like. How I look forward to 6pm, when dinner is ready and kids are quiet and Andy steps in the door in his work clothes. That I love the feeling of a husband who works hard for his family.
I want to remember the time spent with Ethan on those days when Izzy's at school. How we play "dinosaur" by hiding under the covers in my bedroom and whispering. Then he'll ask me if I want a drink, then carefully pour me imaginary juice complete with straw.
I want to remember the conversations with Izzy to explain why I said no. To remember how grown up she seems when she explains how she's feeling. The way she takes time out in her room if she gets upset, and how we cuddle after and talk about it. I really want to make sure I remember how to talk with her openly like that.
And I want to remember that I am still me. When I'm free from the demanding label of "mum", that I'm me. I have passions and talents. I sew, and create and write. I stay up late talking with my best friend; my husband, and how our conversations are sometimes normal, sometimes serious, and sometimes silly. And that after seven and a half years, we've not lost our spark, and that it only seems to keep growing and that we seem to understand each other more now than we ever did.
I am mum, and wife, and me. I want to remember that.