This blog is really uncomfortable for me. It's so uncomfortable that after I typed that first sentence I went and started a load of clothes, heated up some leftovers...anything to avoid working on this project!
Avoidance, thy name is Melissa.
Here we go, I'm diving in.
This is a picture of me.
Raise your hand if you like having your picture taken. *sits on hands*
Let me back up a bit. On top of being a photographer, I also homeschool my 3 kids. Part of our homeschool schedule includes 3 days of co-op where I teach 3 photography classes. My oldest son, Davis, is a Sophmore and in my 2nd year photography class. Teaching him photography is a JOY. I love sharing my passion and knowledge with him.
Here is where that class is biting me in the butt. When my son has a camera in his hands he sometimes points it at me.
Me, who would rather be behind the camera.
Me, who talks with her hands and makes dumb faces excessively.
Here is where I'm a big, fat, huge hypocrite.
I tell women to be brave and get in front of the camera ALL. THE. TIME. Your kids will want to remember you just like this, I tell them. You are gorgeous in this light/color/location. None of these are lies. I see other women's beauty in every thing they do.
But my own...yikes..talk to my husband about how clearly I see myself.
But when I griped to Davis about my lack of make up and bags under my eyes he smiled and said "My beautiful mama, the bags just show how hard you work for all of us."
Tears. Big fat ones. That boy is a huge suck up and I adore him.
So mamas, here's where I again say: Get in front of the camera. Be with your kids in the images. Let them take pictures of you and make all the funny faces. In 30 years it won't matter. In 10 years I'll be glad 38 yr old me smiled for the camera cause 48 yr old me will look rough.
Please Lord, let my kids only remember me smiling and cracking up with them. Let them look at this and see how much fun, joy and daily hilarity they brought my life. They are treasures I don't deserve but try my hardest to care for with all that I've got.
Mama friends, don't wait. This fall buy the matching sweaters the teenagers will hate and sit in some leaves and be in a family portrait. Your kids love you and the way you look right this moment. Wrinkles, grey hair, double chins, they DON'T CARE.
They just see love.