Lately everyone is talking about The Glow – a website devoted to happy snaps of rich and famous mums with their children.
In their own words, The Glow, ‘is a glimpse into the world of inspiring and fashionable moms. [It’s a place where] you’ll find their styling ideas, go-to-gear, multitasking secrets, and enviable decor.’
Sounds nice. In reality, it makes me gag.
The Glow represents everything that is wrong with how we’re running this race. Blame it on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest or whatever the social media flavour of the month is, but the need to photograph and share every moment of our everyday with everyone else is all about smoke and mirrors.
It’s not about sharing the truth. It’s about sharing a carefully edited image of how we want others to see us.
Where are the shots on The Glow of a mum plating up baked beans for dinner because the mad work-childcare-home dash doesn’t allow enough time for anything else? Or the new mum accessorised with a vomit brooch and bags (of the eye rather than designer variety)? Motherhood is glorious. But it’s not all back lit and softly focused. It’s fucking hard.
In fact, the most beautiful moments are the ones where you’re in the moment. It’s the 3am feed when the house is still and it’s just me and The Baby in my arms. It’s holding the three-year old’s hands and doing a wild crazy dance in the kitchen.
Life isn’t about carefully orchestrated moments. The best bits that fill your heart and stay forever are spontaneous and unexpected.
While we’re busy capturing our lives for the benefit of others, the richness of the moment slips away. As Henry David Thoreau so beautifully wrote,
You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.