Take a Picture

“Simple,” she said, with a faraway smile. “Who knew?”

Author Unknown



Whether you are the parent of a child who has died, or not, we are all familiar with the act of packing away and/or giving away objects that symbolize our dreams or memories. This could be as simple as going through your closet and sending things off as donations…as nostalgic as handing down an old high school uniform or musical instrument to the next family member in line…or as devastating as packing up baby clothes and toys that you had intended for your child who died.

In each case, there is a sense of longing for a past that is no more, and a present that came too soon. In each case, we are reminded that life is about change, whether we are ready for it or not.

“Didn’t you take a picture?” my friend asked me when I sobbed about my baby’s things being gone. I had just finished telling her that, finally, after six years, my husband and I had found the courage to pack up boxes of baby clothes and toys that had been intended for my five children who had died…articles passed down to them by their big brother, Julian. During the packing process, I had been brave…

…this is easy…let it go…time to move on…

…but when my husband drove the car away, with the delicate objects packed inside to hand over to a charity, a new part of me died–WAIT!–because suddenly, I wasn’t ready. Suddenly, it felt like I was losing my children, all over again.

“Next time take a picture! Because it isn’t the object you want,” my friend soothed, “it’s the memory that the object contains. If you take a picture, you have it forever and you can look back on it whenever you need to. In that way,” she smiled, “all things, symbolically, stay alive. An object just takes up space, while a picture, on the other hand, can calm your heart.”

She was right. It was too late, but she was right. Having unused baby toys and clothes around me had only served as a reminder of what would never be. A photo was enough. I didn’t need shelves filled with boxes of things that I could no longer use. I just needed a memory, of the happy times…and the sad.

And so now, I say to you…”Take a picture.” Before you donate or throw away anything that touches your heart, take a picture. Because, what is that old saying? Ah yes…”A picture says a thousand words,” to which I’d like to add…”and a picture dries a thousand tears.”

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

A. A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh


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  1. June 5, 2019

    It’s good to see you sharing again (or maybe I missed some of your posts). What a beautiful idea! Take a picture. Love this ❤️

    • awakeningwildflower
      June 5, 2019

      I know! When my friend made this suggestion to me it was like a light bulb went off over my head. Almost too simple of an idea for it to come to me naturally💕

  2. June 5, 2019

    You inspired me to write about my little girl. I did have a picture of her but am devastated that I can’t find it anymore since we moved… Best to you

    • awakeningwildflower
      June 5, 2019

      Love and hugs to you…❤💜💙

  3. June 5, 2019

    So special and so, so sad. I pray you will be at peace about this. I never got to hold them either

    • awakeningwildflower
      June 5, 2019

      Thanks, Grandma. 😘 Maybe someday in heaven, right? Xoxo

  4. Ewelina Snyder
    June 7, 2019

    Love this post!!! Such a great idea. Will definitely do this as I declutter this summer 🤗

    • awakeningwildflower
      June 8, 2019

      Thank you! I know…it really is a great idea, isn’t it? I feel so much less clingy to things now that I know that I can I always take a picture 💕

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