You tagged along a couple of nights ago when I had a quick mini session. As we got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot I couldn’t help but notice how pretty the light was at that moment. There was once a time when you would hop into position anytime I asked you for a picture. Ahh, those were the good ol’ days. You recently lost one of your front teeth and it’s been on my mind to get a photo of you. I figured, now is my chance. You did climb out of the car, and slowly dragged your feet over to where I asked you to stand and gave me the cheesiest smile. Ever. Hmm, I could have just been happy with that – but, really? I asked you some questions, you know to try and break the ice. You held your ground. Finally I asked if I could see your missing tooth. This is what I got. Ha! I’ll take it! I was trying to capture a real expression after all.
Oh the drama in the car ride home. R: “mom, you are always asking to take my picture” M: “that’s not true.” R: “Yes! it is! *rolls eyes M: “fine, when was the last time I took your picture?” R: ” Saturday!” M: ” oh, that’s right. but that was for your First Communion. and Grandma really wanted a picture” *yes, I blamed it on my mother.
There was no more arguing. I got my picture in the pretty light. The picture that will always remind me of my sweet, argumentative seven 1/2 year old with the missing tooth.
Love you to pieces,
Each month this amazing group of mothers share letters and images from their lives. Please continue on and read Laura’s letter to her son Tom.
Happy Mother’s Day!