My son is almost too heavy to carry and he is possibly too old to be carried. He can do long division, read The Hobbit, put his friend’s feelings ahead of his own, ride a bike. But I will pick him up every so often and carry him because I know one day very soon he will not let me or he will be too tall for me to pick him up.
So many “last times” happen without us knowing it will be the last time. One day I looked at the stroller and thought to myself - - whenever the last time was that we used this, I didn’t know it would really be the last time. I used to dislike brushing his teeth - - I was relieved when he could do it on his own. But there was a last time I brushed them, his baby teeth… and I didn’t know that the last time was the “last time”.
There are routine things happening every day that are unique to certain years - - we are so close to it in the moment that it seems so ordinary - - we don’t see it for the treasure that it is. These are special times - - the years that our children are home with us, when their world is smaller and they can do less on their own… When they crave our touch and they laugh easily.
Our memories are blurry at times. Time moves fast. When photographing families I purposely keep a slightly lower shutter speed than may be recommended for moving subjects. I do this because I want to capture the feeling of time passing.
Pick your child up and show me your everyday play during our session. Share your rhythms and mundane tasks with my camera. I promise - - they are special and deserve to be photographed. This time is your treasure. Photographs hold what is already gone.