OK, here's the thing. I've said before that I wouldn't post a picture of myself on the blog. But Tara at Sticky Fingers has made it so hard with this week's Gallery post - subject, self-portrait. And she's also pointed out, quite rightly, that we mothers don't tend to appear in pictures all that much - we're usually the ones wielding the camera, or hiding behind a cute baby.
And Tara referenced another post, by Laura at Are we nearly there yet Mummy?, on a subject close to my heart: What if my children grow up and wonder where the heck Mummy was?
I love finding new pictures of my mother, who died when I was 25, and I'd love my children to have lots of photographs of me for future reference - whether or not I live to 100. Going through our photos from the last few years, I find that nearly all of the ones that feature me are me holding one, or both, of the boys - there are hardly any of me alone, looking like, well, me.
So I'm going to post a photo I've found of me a few months before falling pregnant with Littleboy 1. I'm on a walk in the Lake District. I remember it well; I'd just got back from a round the world trip after giving up my job to go freelance, and was full of excitement and anticipation, hoping to start my family. So, Littleboys, this was Mummy, alone, six years ago. I don't think she's changed that much. But she wasn't yet a parent, just a 32-year-old girl full of hope and wishes. Can you tell?