There are just a few things I'd like to mention that may help out from what I've seen from years of being a professional photographer.
It's hitting me pretty hard. How did it take SO long for me to become 18 and his came in the blink of an eye? I swear it seems like just yesterday he was out back on the trampoline playing Power Ranger with Emory. I have not had the least bit of trouble with this kid. He is a shy introvert (sorry son, you get that from me), he never argues with me. He's never raised his voice. He just say's 'Ok' 'yes ma'am'. (Not that he always means it haha, sometimes he says ok then hopes I forget I told him to take the trash out...). He has good morals, he doesn't date around, tease or lie to girls. I'm so proud of my boy. He's everything I wanted when I dreamed of being a mom all my life.
Reminiscing has led me to write this blog for you guys. Get in the picture. Your kids know what you look like, they don't look and think 'oh she should have put on make up first'. They see your smile and feel your happiness. You don't have to show the world, just hold on to it for your childrens sake. How much do you love seeing pictures of your parents happy? Take pictures of your kids being kid, what they like to do, things to remember. Just a snapshot will do, some of my favorites are snapshots because they represent my kids and the happiness of the moment. I consider my professional prints my wall worthy prints, decor to show off my family in a way that looks nice with my furniture. My boxes of prints however contain a mixture of everything, every memory. I remember going through my grandmother's bottom drawer of pictures. I'd sit for hours. So please, remember to actually do something with those cell phone pictures, print and back them up. Make them get that picture. (my teens HATE pictures. I finally talked him into walking out back for this one to use on his invitations lol). One day your baby will be graduating and you'll get all teary eyed nostalgic going through them.