I tried to get photos of my chicklets halfway decently dressed. Its exciting when you manage to wrangle your 9 month old who is squirming around like an angry raccoon into tiny baby tights and your 4 year old into a button up and jeans when he refuses to wear anything without a “sports picture” (aka logo) on it because he is “Sports Dude.”
In my mind, it went like this: Smiles! laughter! sunbeams! cuddles! sweet little smiles directly looking into my camera!!
Instead it ended up like this:
I put my camera down, frustrated I wasn’t able to get “the shot.” The nice clothes lasted for 5 minutes and then we changed to go outside and enjoy the April sunshine. That’s when I was able to see the stuff that makes my heart pour out with that mommy-level love.
Daisy wasn’t all dressed up in fancy clothes or a headband, Sawyer’s hair wasn’t fixed perfectly and his clothes didn’t match because he dressed himself. Instead, Daisy was chasing after a gummy snack wrapper Sawyer snuck outside and was dressed in a little onsie that she wears most days. Sawyer was in his neon green Nike hoodie that has ridiculous amounts of wear and tear and was jumping from one old stump we have in the backyard to the other.
My babies were in their “element.” Their “natural habitat” (read in Steve Orwin voice, naturally). They were hangin’ out, chilling and enjoying doing the things that little people do. Thats when I was able to get “the shots” I was after. There was no pressure, no forcing anything, I was just letting it all unfold naturally.
That has always been a mantra I try to stand by in my work. You can’t force something. When its real and authentic, it translates. And when its forced, its stressful and unnatural (see those series of photos above as reference haha). I like to think that whatever I’m shooting, I retell it in the most authentic and genuine way I can. Those photos are the ones I will treasure 10, 20, 50 years from now. I want to remember all those details that in the passing of time I will forget.
This day was a reminder of that sentiment and I love that my little babes were the ones who showed that to me. Now, every time anyone passes the photos of Sawyer jumping and him kissing Daisy before take off I have hanging up in my home, I can retell that story and remember that boring and perfect lazy day the way its meant to be remembered.