Tuesday was my first grader's first day back at school after what felt like a never-ending spring break. We managed to get a lot of our Bucket List checked off, we had a terrific visit with Granny, we planned and hosted an epic Easter Egg Hunt and brunch, and fulfilled a host of other Easter Traditions too. We slept in (to 7:30), and didn't worry about what we wore. It was a blast (but an exhausting one for this mama who wasn't too depressed when school was back in session).
I was a little bit nervous for Tuesday morning as Noelle thrives on routine and when things get out of sync with her expectations, things get difficult. So, I got up with extra time. I prayed for an added measure of patience and strength, and then we, as a family, got to work. And things actually were going pretty well. As I drove my van full of little people to school drop off that morning, I thought to myself the fateful thoughts that no mom in her right mind should ever think: "That was easy! Everything is going so smoothly! No one is crying!"
As soon as I pulled up the the drop off zone, things began to change. During break, Noelle had amassed a collection of jewelry from birthday party goody bags and treats from the Easter Bunny. And, there, in the parking lot, she realized in a fit of hysterics that she forgot ALL of her jewelry at home (the horror, the horror)!
She refused to get out of the van. I refused to drive home for some plastic bracelets.
A bus pulled up behind me, because of course the drop off zone is also the bus stop. I was totally in the way. With a child intertwining herself into my limbs to avoid extraction, and a bus driver with a bus full of teenagers staring me down, I marched my 6 year old to the front steps of the school, I peeled her from my appendages, and deposited her in the arms of her lovely teacher. Mme Hill laughed and said "I felt like that this morning too, Noelle."
I got back in the van and I knew I needed to head to the grocery store for a massive, marathon grocery trip but instead, I found myself driving home. I went into the house, pocketed the special yet overlooked jewelry and a couple of Easter eggs and drove back to the school. Fortunately for me, my other kids where being positively angelic (they had visions of Costco lunch dancing in their heads).
I knew that Noelle would have stopped crying by the time I originally left the school. I knew this moment would not have traumatized her and that I really could have just got on with my day.... but I felt an undeniable urge to make this moment, a moment that she likely wouldn't even remember, into a beautiful memory. A memory that teaches her how loved and special she is by me and to me.
I got out of the car and found my girl in the courtyard garden hoping happily along the stone path with a huge grin on her face. When her gaze found mine and she saw my hand full of her most precious jewels, the grin spread. I had come for her; and come through for her.
In a way that doesn't often happen in a big family, I was able to turn a sad but ultimately forgettable moment into a memory that hopefully will shape her, at least a little bit. It is a powerful thing to know how loved you are.
This is what I believe the power of photography is. It is the power of turning every day moments into memories to look back on. It is a visual representation of how loved we are. And, that my friends, is an amazing thing! So, don't forget to get your sessions booked.
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