Sunday, October 18, 2015

Day 9: Take The Shot

The kids are loud, the house is messy, and, inexplicably, people want to eat dinner for the sixth time this week. What’s a girl to do?

Take the shot.

For many years now my camera has been my friend. Don’t mistake me, she doesn’t always deliver a perfectly composed, well lit shot. She’s my friend in that she’s unfailingly reliable, she’s shows up even when I don’t ask her to.

I bought my first “big” camera, my DSLR, while I was waiting for our first son. When those arduous months of the adoption process were lonely and devoid of any news, I started taking pictures. It didn’t just help pass the time, it helped me to see what was right in front of me.

Our daughter came home and those first months home were hard, bar none. I had two choices: I could wade into my very own weeping pool or I could find my bootstraps and start pulling myself up. I took a photography class. I learned to see the beauty in the hard.

Take the pretty pictures. Celebrate the magical moments. But document the details too: the chaos, the complicated, the endless necessary little routines.

Those photos might not have meaning to anyone but you, but that’s the point. These pictures convey the story of your life.

You see lunch bags. I see my mornings.

kid lunch boxes

You see a yellow-cast, globby photo. I see determination.
messy cupcake making

You see a messy room. I see a sense of humor.
messy kids room

You see a library book on a chair. I see a new reader who optimistically chose this book because he could sound out the title.

You see toys on the floor. I see my life.
toys on the floor

What details will you document today?

“Don’t you know that’s my private weeping pool?” said a deep angry voice. My father couldn’t see who was talking because he was hanging in the air right over the pool, but he said, “Oh, no, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that everyone had a private weeping pool.” Three Tales From My Father’s Dragon

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