I adore this chance to choose a moment to focus on. A moment to cherish the growth, the fleeting beauty of my son’s childhood. This chance to choose one of the many pictures I snap of my son and showcase it; showcase him.
Mostly, I identify myself through my motherhood. I thrive in my role and I always use memories captured to capture the center of my world; my son.
But this month, this link up coincides with another at Just Be Enough, with the surprisingly challenging task of focusing on a self portrait. This month, I am capturing me.
My husband took this picture of me in our front yard last week. I had spent the day taking my son to a playdate and doing my regular chores of dishes and laundry. When my husband got home from work a little early, I asked him if he could take some pictures. We played in the front yard for a little bit, launching my son’s model airplane into the sky and sitting in the grass to observe the crickets crawling over the blades. In this shot, my son is sitting in my lap, right out of view of the camera.
Maybe it’s the striking colors of the green grass against my pink shirt, or maybe I just like the way my hair fell that day. But, in a somewhat rare occurence, I really love this picture of me.
Me in all of my moments of confidence and insecurity, of strength and weakness, of human frailty. Me with my sometimes conflicting roles of mother, wife, and self. I may not always know who I am or where I am going, but here in this picture I feel perfectly captured. A memory of my own complexities, on a random day in the grass with my son in my lap.