Shoo boo be doop

Shoo boo be doop

 

I’m in trouble and not the cute, sexy kind implied in my photo above. Nope, I’m in trouble with my mum. She hasn’t said anything to me, but I just know it’s going to be bad.

All her life, my mum has hated having her photograph taken, or should I say specifically, she hates seeing photographs of herself. She has always, when met with a photograph of herself either demanded it is destroyed or insisted it is not displayed.

You might be feeling all kinds of sympathy for her, because we’ve all felt that way at times, but quite honestly, it’s not good loving someone who places such restrictions on every photograph of her ever taken.

I’ll give you some ‘for instances’. I’ve not seen any pictures of when she married my dad. She has two (that’s only one more than one) photographs of herself from when she was a young woman in the album and another two of herself as a child – and that’s it.

There are three versions of one photo of me with my mum when I was about 7 or 8 years old. I have that one photo of us together framed, but she hates me having it up in the house.

There are a few of when she married my stepdad, but none of us really want to look at those either (I’m sure she’d feel the same about any photos of when she married my dad and I can’t blame her for that).

That’s not many pictures for her, considering she’s almost 80 years old.

She got me to sign her up for Facebook some years ago and I put a picture of her I’d taken earlier that year with a parrot on her shoulder – perfect FB photo. She vetoed it, said she hated it and went on for quite some time about how I had ‘done that’ and how she wanted it gone.

I suggested that we spend some time on another photo of her for Facebook to make sure it was one she liked, and we did, and I took a great picture of her, which she did love eventually and has used ever since.

And then yesterday, I went out with her and her friend for lunch. She met her friend a long time ago, before I was born and so I’ve known her my entire life. I don’t see her often and the lunch was to celebrate the friend’s 80th birthday. Outside, the sun was shining and so I suggested we took a photograph together. Mum and the friend happily lined up with me for the photo, we put our backs to the sun so we didn’t squint (I still squinted) and I took two snaps.

Mum and her friend looked at the best of the two on my phone and agreed it looked nice, and I said I’d put it on Facebook and tag the friend’s sons, so that they could show her it on the PC. Mum said that she didn’t want me to put it on Facebook and that she had rights for me not to do that. I said that actually, she didn’t. She was on a public street and had known her photograph was being taken and that now, legally, she had no rights to stop me using the picture any way I liked.

I know, you’re thinking I’m a rotter, but really, I’ve had enough. It’s not all about how she feels, it’s about the people who love her too and might like a photograph of her and them enjoying a happy occasion.

One of the photos was really great. I mean, I looked a bit of a wally on it. I had two chins, my hair was fluffy on top and, as I said, I was squinting, but aside from that, it was a jewel of a shot. Sun rays shot across the front of our faces and the sky was amazing behind us. Mum and her friend looked awesome. And most importantly, I think it’s the only picture of the two of them in existence.

I got home and uploaded it to my PC, whacked a simple filter on it and marvelled at how lucky I’d got.

I put it on Facebook and sent her a text to let her know I had. I said it was fantastic. I was still on Facebook when she went on to see it and she said nothing. She didn’t ‘like it’ or comment. She’s furious. I can feel it from a quarter of a mile away.

And I honestly don’t know how to deal with it when I do speak to her. I can assure her that I wouldn’t post a bad picture of her or one that made her look stupid. I can promise her I wouldn’t post a picture she hadn’t seen. I can reassure her that I didn’t tag her in the photo, only in the post, so it won’t appear in her photographs on Facebook.

But I can’t claim to be wholeheartedly sorry, I’m only sorry that I’m dreading the conversation we’ll have and that it has put a real damper on the day out we had.

I feel really sad about it. And a bit cross.

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10 comments

  • I was a long time like your mom and didn’t like myself on photo eighter… They always made me look weird (in my opinion). But recently I had a chance of heart about that. A nice photo is also a good way to remember a person and you never know when there is a time you will lose someone close and want something to remember them. I know your mother won’t like it but I’ll say take the pictures you want … make the memories that count well documented. And then you will never feel sorry afterwards that there are none … Hugs

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    • Thanks Ivy! That’s what I think too. I just found out she called my best mate to have a moan about it but that my friend talked her around a bit by telling mum how happy it had made her to see the picture. I feel very pleased about that, she’s my beautiful mum and I want to show her off sometimes. Much love to you ❤❤❤

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  • I’m a little bit the same way when someone takes my photo. I just don’t like the way I look sometimes, and no amount of arguing will change my mind. I will admit that I’m not quite to the level of your mum though. If an “unauthorized” photo of me gets out, I will shake my head and mumble something under my breath, then move on with my life.

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    • Haha, yup, you sound fairly normal. I’m like that too. But I also have a time out.. So bad bad bad pics are okay after 10 years. Xxx

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