We’ve been going through the bittersweet task of organizing my parents’ photo albums. They’re not just filled with pictures, they’re full of memories. Literally, memories -- letters, notes, and cards neatly taped alongside the photos.

As we worked our way back to the very beginning, I found myself looking at my own baby pictures in a new way. There were so many, year by year. At first, I wasn’t even sure I recognized myself. 

Well, except for one thing. In my earliest years, I was very blond and so I knew that those photos of the blond baby were me. Yes, I know, that definitely changed. 

By around age 10, though, I started to look like “me” to me. I won’t be sharing the many hair phases that followed, but from then on, I started to be able to recognize myself.

Have you had an experience looking through your own baby pictures?