i'm in a foggy haze. summer ended, fall has begun, the boy turned six and then started first grade, and some other here and there stress bombs. one thing i am so very excited about is all the family sessions i have coming up. fall gets busy busy and it's filling up faster than i imagined. i have a lot of worky work to get through. but sometimes, when i get stuck, it means i have to do some personal work. like a photographers version of getting up from your desk and stretching your legs. it relaxes me. it reminds me what i love about photography. an awesome picture fit to print.
i knew the boy was going to get his cherished upgraded scooter, the Maxi Kick, *seriously, these scooters are so awesome i can't even rave enough about them. i wish they'd pay me for how i try to sell them* so we went out for one last scoot on soon to be mini boy's scooter. these are the photos i get out of the boy these days. but i love them, and i love him. he's hilarious and quirky and weird and hilarious. he loves the beatles and wants to take guitar lessons. he reads like a rock star. he loves first grade.
and then there was this beautiful, absolutely perfect august night. 6 years removed from the first moment i met the boy. from the first moment i smelled his sweet skin and heard his sweet cry and felt him wriggle in my arms, outside of the alien like belly i had going on. in a cruel twist, someone seems to have brainwashed him into thinking he doesn't need me anymore.
i mean, look, kid, if you want me to drop you in the middle of a field with a few bucks, your scooter and brown dog, we'll see who's really right.
but anyway. that night, i reached down to grab his hand, to cross the street. he went for it and at the last moment recoiled. he looked up and said "i can do it mom, i don't need to hold your hand"
um WHAT?! WTF?! who told you you didn't need to hold my hand? you most certainly will hold my damn hand until it's old and wrinkly.
anyway.
seeing the joy in these faces. on these scooters. that out of body, heart pounding, eyes welling, goosebumps feeling. your two sons. happiest when together, even though they drive each other and everyone around them nuts.
6 years. for 6 years i've been the luckiest mother on earth.
to have a kid who poses like he's pooping in my photos.
