This morning as I am driving Ana to school, she says: “Mummy, I do not want you to be old.” I glance at her in the back seat. She doesn’t look at me. Her eyes are on the world running past the window. She looks perfect. I know she isn’t perfect but in that moment, to me, she is the sight of perfection. Me and her, right now. Me: not old. She: not grown up.
—Susana Moreira Marques, from 'WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF THE WORLD WOULDN’T END?
vulnerability over ‘instagram-worthy’ (a term that needs to go anyway)
If you’re looking for a family photo to send next Christmas, I may not be the best fit for you.
The galleries I send tend to be a mix of photos of your child’s favorite toys, close-ups of nose scrunches, tender moments between siblings, silly faces, so many hugs and kisses, and a liquid that will inevitably spill. Of course I try to throw in a few standard smiling photos for Grandma, but I see photographs as a record, and more importantly, a story that deepens your own understanding of yourself and the legacy you are leaving with your children and grandchildren.
I try to keep my ‘ear to the ground’ so to speak as much as possible to listen to the rhythm of your family — whether it’s loud, quiet, traditional, modern, silly, crazy, or anything else. That’s why a routine you go through is the best way to get an unfiltered look into your lives. It’s ok if the kids scream, or someone melts down. In fact, I’d be disappointed if they all behaved perfectly! I know that part of your story as a family includes the highs and lows, and I wouldn’t want to miss any part of it.