Some days I make extra coffee just so I can save some of it in the fridge for the next morning; chilled, creamy, and a day old. Perfect. It’s on mornings when Evelyn will say the same thing over and over, at the same decibel (LOUD) that I really cherish my cold coffee. I don’t get it sometimes. Do toddlers just think that the more they scream, the more we’ll listen and do what they want? I gotta say, when she is hanging off my arm and repeating “I want the pool!” or “I’m hungry!” or “Where’s my swing?” I sometimes just want to pick her up by her feet and swing her around a bit till she’s too dizzy to talk for at least a minute. If you don’t have kids, that probably seems harsh. Have one and you’ll find yourself fantasizing about a quiet car ride or the burning desire to be able to go to the bathroom without little hands fumbling with the door handle to come say hi. I just saw you 30 seconds ago, leave me alone!
I always get to this point in my posts and start to feel a little bad. I mean, they are my kids. I love their little faces, the fact that Theo is SO expressive right now, and Evelyn’s crazy curls. But, the fact that Ev has currently wedged herself in between my legs and is playing with the hair band on my wrist as I write reminds me that I CANNOT WAIT to get my hair cut this Tuesday. A whole hour to myself?! Think I’m gonna get wild and get the Zooey Deschanel fringe. Just give me my cup of cold, day old coffee and this Tuesday cannot come soon enough.
I’m constantly amazed at how fast time is passing me by. I was just telling my friend, Abby, this morning that lately, I’ve felt that my days are literally gone in a snap. Every day I wake up and the next thing I know it’s 10 pm and I have no energy left to finish what’s been left undone. It’s a season, I know that. I know that caring for two small children can be demanding, and I know all too well that nap time disappears faster than the other hours of the day. So today when I got a text from my friend and client, Stephanie, telling me that Parham Santana used one of my pictures from her wedding last October, I was happy to just stop for a minute and be proud of my work. In the busyness of life and laundry, bills and bedtimes, it’s easy to just get bogged down in it all. This was a little boost for me, a little encouragement, and a reminder to enjoy what I’m doing, whether it’s shooting or making dinner for my family. Sometimes you just need the reminder that your work will pay off, and sometimes even get recognized.
As Abby and I were talking earlier, she commented that with the first kid, it’s like you’re constantly waiting for them to move on to the next thing. When are they gonna roll? When are they gonna get that first tooth? When will they walk? You then realize with your second how fast it goes, and you don’t necessarily want to hit that milestone just yet, because it means they’ll move on to the next one before you know it. I’m only guessing that when you hit your third and fourth, and for some (perhaps crazy?) parents like my own, seventh, it’s a whirlwind. I guess all we can do is enjoy it, and of course take pictures to remember it. So whether you have small kids or a career on the move or are in college or your kids are going to college…try and take a second and focus on something you’ve accomplished. Realize you ARE making progress, whether it be little or leaps. Whatever stage of life you may be in, remember to enjoy it, because in the words of one of my favorites, Dr. Seuss, ”it’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”