This morning Rob showed me this photo on his phone. It was taken at the farmers market this weekend, and I realized that perhaps it is a much more realistic family portrait. I’m just figuring out that the mushed carrots Brendan was eating (and spilling) in the car have somehow gotten all over my shoes, Brendan is busy picking his nose, and Rob is wondering why I made us stop to take a family photo when all of our stuff has fallen on the ground and we only have an hour until nap time.
Lots of times things on the internet, including my own collection of photos, show only the brightest and happiest moments. Sometimes I fall into the trap of being frustrated when I can’t get my toddler to pose for a picture. But I don’t want to give anyone the impression that we don’t have our share of breakdowns and nose picking, and it’s not the posed moments that I want to remember. I love the saying that the only difference between a flower and a weed is a judgement – ultimately, perfection is in the eye of the beholder. So I offer up this alternate family photo in all it’s glory because I know that with a little time, I’ll be able to see this moment as the flower it is.
Looks like a lovely flower to me!
Mom xoxoxo