I’m “that mom.” I am the mom who thought booking a family photo session might capture the millisecond of just how perfect her family can be so it could be hung on a wall and cherished forever. Ya know, that one moment captured in time that says, “Hey, look at us on these rocks - we rock as a family.” I am the mom whose toddler screamed through the entire session with his own agenda in mind. His agenda solely included the blue spinning floral yard art that the photographer’s assistant was planning to use to get his attention. His screams earned that flower. That flower will most likely forever be encaptured in our beloved family photo tightly clenched in his chubby little hand. Sigh... We look forward to reviewing some of the world’s most hysterical proofs.
Dear hubby had to hoist the toddler from his ankles and dangle him (per the photographer’s suggestion) in an effort to make him smile. It didn’t work. Mommy lost count of the number of times she had to slip the toddler’s floppy shoes back on his chunky little toes as he trudged through the pretty anthill ridden field that would have been the perfect scene for what ended up being a laughable photo session. Mommy’s eyes are most likely going to appear to be rolled into her forebrain where they were hanging out with her disappointed thoughts. The six-year-old was putting bunny ears on any family member she could reach, and the eight-year-old was taking the concept of photo bombing to a whole new level. It was rough and far from perfect.
That mom was disappointed. That mom was sweaty. That mom made the national ‘that’s a wrap’ waving hand motion to the photographer, seceded from the photo session with her tail between her legs feeling weary and declared it to be “done”. That mom was done.
Why did she feel so compelled to capture her sweet family in some perfect setting that was natural yet unnatural to her feral brood? Why did she feel like this would be a great way to capture her kids at the ages that they are at - the ages she loves - nearly two, newly six, and itchy seven?
She felt compelled to have a scheduled family photo session, because she loves them and their daddy. And at the end of the day - no matter how the session went - she loves them all so unconditionally. She wants to stop time and keep them at this age, but she can’t. She’s been defeated yet again, and this time - time has defeated her. Time has taken her babies and forced them to grow. They’ve grown leggy limbs, minds of their own, personalities, and attitudes, too. They even have their own agendas. Agendas that include blue floral spinning yard art.
Thank God, the photographer is her dear friend, a friend that can commiserate with her as she is a fellow harried mom. That friend is a true professional who has most likely seen it all, and this mom had no reason to feel so down about the far from perfect smiles, the running tot, the leaping photo bombs, and the bunny ears. That photographer friend just texted this mom a photo from the session, and said, “There will be a day when everyone will look in the camera. For now, it’s authentic family.”
That photo showcases this mom smiling into the lens with her hands over the free spirited six-year-old’s heart whose hand is tossing the upside down toddler’s hair hoisted in Dear Hubby’s arms, and beside that mom is the eldest son who is nearing the age of eight with one hand on his hip, his chin held high, and the other hand proudly fist pumping the sky like a superhero. Yep, that mom got her perfect photo. It captures this family for what it is - that family - the one that giggles, grows, and makes memories like this. We are the family that dear hubby has warned this mom time and time again about. We weren’t made to meet false standards of perfection. We are what we are - a family - an itchy one at that. In fact, we were tick ridden.
Happy belated Mother’s Day to all of you moms that love your babies unconditionally and sweat it out with a smile!