If you go through my mother’s photo album, most of the pictures of her are pretty decent, even after she had me and my brother. I have no idea how she did that, but the pictures of her and me together when I was a kid are mostly great.
After I had my kids, I think I kind of decided to only take pictures of them. Because capturing a moment of me and my kids together is mostly where they pull my shirt and one side of my bra exposes.
Being a mother is hard. It pushes limits. It pulls emotions. And my mom excels at this by pulling the best pose ever at every single shot. One hell of a job.