I see my kids almost all day, every day. Wiping peanut butter from faces, conducting toothbrushing checks and planting kisses, only to have my mommy-ing swished at and to watch the beginning of eye-roll practice.
But sometimes I look at them, really look from close up but far away, and have to bite my tongue from asking “who are you and how did you get here and weren’t you just a baby tumbling in my belly yesterday?” And sometimes I say it out loud and there is more eye-rolling practice.
I’m trying to perfect the looking at them as people separate from me and not just the people leaning in so close I can barely move an arm. Some days it’s easier than others and some days I just grab the camera and shoot away and then we look at them together and say look how cute you are, wow you are so old and oh look at your face.
One of these days I will print all of these pictures and slide them into albums, when I have time and my arms move freely. When I’m wishing someone was still sitting on my lap, jiggling the camera lens so it’s a bit blurred and messy.
We did this last year too, here’s the old shots in case you want a peek.
(teenager not present once again, I wasn’t fast enough to snap a pic of the perfected eye-roll she gave when I asked if she would participate).
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