I rarely complain publicly. And don’t plan on doing so now… but I will confess a slight source of life frustration:
He’s three feet tall
Has twelve teeth
Can say two words discernibly well: “Dad!” and “Quack”. (We prefer to think there is no connection there 😉 )
He’s boycotted naps
and Suddenly has developed a real sport of Houdini escapes from clothing.
All the professional moms out there with more than one child, or those who single parent, or those who work outside the home can now take their appropriate scoff on my seeming trial and pat me on the head “there. there.” since I obviously am clueless and don’t have it nearly as challenging as others.
But in my world, it is a challenge since its BROOKE trying to deal with things and she’s not very talented in some areas… like coveted pied piper charms that get kids to follow your every command willingly.
There are frequent moments of frustration.
Frequent moments when I’m faced with the decision of getting mad or laughing (and thus encouraging bad behavior) or worse yet, crying. (Did that yesterday and it helped no one.)
I get mad sometimes.
I get frustrated. Overwhelmed. Stressed out. Stretched Thin.
I suddenly understand my mother better, and why it truly is necessary to have a secret chocolate stash. Or a bite of cheese. Or a block of cheese….
And so I head to the fridge for comfort therapy —and I’m suddenly faced with a splattering of photographs plastered across the doors.
I see his beaming smile.
I see the day he first learned to stand in his crib.
I see his totally awful thrift store Halloween outfit that cried out how “not with it” I was–yet that he loved nonetheless
I see the relationship he has with his Dad
I see the joy that he brings me
I feel the way I felt in that moment
And suddenly the clouds part. The storm calms. My heart lifts. I laugh out loud. And turn towards the little tug on my hand.
I see a three foot wonder who only wants to go outside and play. Who sees me as his best friend. Who teaches me how to see the world the way it was meant to be seen.
Photographs can change your moods. Alter your perspective. Remind you how things really are and WHO people really are. They can make you feel and see truth.
Do you print and display in your home so those moments can work their magic in your very average day?
Your hard drive is waiting for you. There’s magic that needs to be released.
Your family will thank you.
You’ll be a nicer person.
And make the world a better place.
who knew such power existed in a small piece of paper?
Brooke Snow is a Lifestyle photographer in Cache Valley, Utah. She strongly believes in the power of printed images displayed in your home. All over the place! Unlikely places even! Like above the washer and dryer! The more places you can display your faces of joy, your moments of laughter, your meaningful moments, your memories of relaxation,… the more likely you are to feel that way again and keep your perspective on track. We should not be privileged to these moments only through electronics. They need to be part of our everyday lives. Go print some photos!