My Family Photo
I remember it well. A beautiful crisp sunny autumn day with clear blue skies late in the sun drenched afternoon…and my two little darlings were in fine fierce form.
The then Fournado was particularly revved up, super excited to be in the big city with energy bursting from the depths of his boyish soul. Even after my verbal prepping for weeks, days and then again minutes beforehand, it went totally out the window. Nothing was going to stop him and his cheeky little cheerleading sister from running amok, yet again.
“Please look at the camera” I begged, “and smile!” I did not like my chances.
I remember leaving feeling so very frustrated and cross because the children had not listened at all – they just wanted to run around exploring the park and not sit still for the photoshoot. I was so sure there would be no decent photos. I was feeling like a failure of a parent because my kids were dressed as angels yet running around like little devils, totally ignoring all direction from me. Magnified, of course, because I hung around just long enough to see the next family arrive for their photo shoot – they were calm, quiet and picture bloody perfect.
Pffftttt, robot children.