note: this post is intended neither to draw sympathy or justification, but simply part of my ongoing crusade to display the dark and light; to show that “picture perfect” sometimes isn’t.
Deliciously beautiful little girls, spring dresses, pink parasols, rainboots that just happen to match perfectly and an almost green field– could I resist a quick photoshoot?
But I should have.
Little ones, especially these two almost-siblings who know how to press my buttons, will agree to about 5 minutes of photography time– but, you need to have about two hours leisure to harness those precious minutes. Sneaking in photos between playgroup and preschool and piano lessons? Not so smart.
They bickered, they whined, they traded clothes and boots and parasols, they refused to turn away from the sun and stuck their tongues and scowled. Yet, they were still so heartbreakingly gorgeous that I felt desperate to get the perfect shot. Cars passing by stopped just to admire their loveliness. Usually, I can just wait it out until the moment, that moment, arrives. But the clock ticked forward relentlessly….it was time to go.
And on the way to the car, frustrated and defeated, I called them both brats(Ben was horrified when I admitted this– it’s indefensible, I know)– Sarah immediately burst into tears.
I’d promised them treats from Cafe Normandie– but we were late to Xander’s violin recital. We drove home in a chorus of tears.
Sitting through the recital(Xander was loverly) I felt horribly ashamed, but did I stop? No.
I told Xander that I’d take him to Cafe Normandie on the way home for a recital treat and I thought I could conveniently find something for my poor little victims. With white bags stuffed with giant chocolate cookies we emerged from the bakery into glorious, perfect evening light. “Oh Mary,” I begged, “Just one more photo– please.”
She consented to exactly one.
and then cried, “I need a potty!”
And today, all is forgiven(even the fence owner laughed it off), but next time– I’ll do better.