Where was mum?

As children we used to flick through photo albums looking for mum. As an adult, I look through digital versions of those grainy, out of focus snaps and look for me. I am but  a ghost behind the camera, a figment of your imagination as was once my own mum. Now my daughter asks me

Where were you?

I’m thinking of a picture of my sister and I, sitting on a wall. We’re wearing long white socks pulled up to the knees and bright blue anoraks to shield us from the wind. It’s night time and we are alone on the wall. There is a mniature village behind us, beyond that wall, with tiny people and tiny cars and tiny lives being lived. And I remember thinking

Where was mum?

I’m thinking of another picture. This is one of another sister and I. We’re smiling beside a birthday cake with seven candles and the number seven written in shiny chocolate buttons, pressed into the icing on top. There are balloons hanging from the light fittings unintentionally assembled into crude positions. There are children in the background, mouths open as they sing. My mouth is smiling, but ready to form an O to blow out the candles. My birthday, then.

But where was mum?

The absence of mum from family snaps. Is she the one who takes all the pictures, makes all the memories? Or is she just the one who prefers to hide, away from the flash and safe from exposure? I never thought of this until my friends on Facebook started having babies. I was seeing a certain type of photo.

I was seeing smiling mums in hospital beds with tiny babies in their arms.

red faces

tired eyes

smiling mouths



I was seeing happiness in a photo. I was seeing celebration. I was seeing.

Where was my photo like this?

I remember hiding. I remember choosing. No pictures of me. No happy snap with scrunched up faces and tired eyes and smiling mouths. I didn’t want to see.

Where was mum?

It got better, as it always does, eventually. Sooner or later. And then I started looking. Where was my photo? I’d missed my moment. And then I got a second chance. This is one of my most precious photos in the world. Isobel’s first photo. Where was mum? She was right there.

Isobel, minutes old


8 Comments on Where was mum?

  1. sarahmumof3
    May 8, 2012 at 1:41 pm (4 years ago)

    its so common to have photos of everyone else but not mum, and its so important to try to get in on a few shots here so we are in some of the memories. Lovely photo fo you and Isobel xx

    • ghostwritermummy
      May 8, 2012 at 3:09 pm (4 years ago)

      Thank you. And yes, I totally agree. I’m trying to duck infront of the camera too these days

  2. Catherine Ross
    May 8, 2012 at 1:41 pm (4 years ago)

    That’s a beautiful photo. Glad to hear Isobel is helping to mend those scars.

    • ghostwritermummy
      May 8, 2012 at 3:08 pm (4 years ago)

      Thank you. It was the first thing we did when we got to recovery

  3. Honest Mum
    May 8, 2012 at 7:24 pm (4 years ago)

    How can you have just had a baby? Absolutely beautiful. Both of you. Got you in my RSS feed now too-lovely new blog xxx

  4. Minty
    May 8, 2012 at 8:34 pm (4 years ago)

    Just lovely xxx

  5. Helen
    May 14, 2012 at 11:29 am (4 years ago)

    I was thinking about this a few weeks ago because i’m the only one of my family who doesn’t have a “post birth” picture. I have a few from the day after but I’ve not decided whether to show Henry these, not because of vanity but because I look so ill, my skin is grey, my eyes are blank and my face is so swollen that I don’t even recognise myself. Luckily I’ve got some lovely photos from him being a few weeks old and onwards and after reading this I’m even more determined to get in front of the camera!! X x x

    • ghostwritermummy
      May 14, 2012 at 12:13 pm (4 years ago)

      For me it was also a case of why take a photo to remember such a hideous time? I couldn’t for the life of me understand why people were saying congratulations and smiling. It was so weird. Looking back, I miss that photo more than anything.


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