I had gotten a lovely picture of my girls for our Christmas card. Each girl had a sweet, picture-perfect smile. All I needed was an equally good picture of my six boys. I could imagine the stunning photo in my mind. Six fine boys, all with distinct features yet all of them with the similar Brandenburg look – a winning smile and handsome eyes. They would look like an ad for some designer label.
I put my daughter on the job with high expectations. Then reality hit! Here is the adventure that she had, trying to get that perfect shot.
Ok, let’s get all the boys into bright, simple shirts and line them up together on the porch.
Boys, you have to get closer together. Smoosh! Good, now smile!
Boys, nice smiles!!!
Look at the camera BOYS!!
I see that your collective attention span has reached its limit. Let’s take a walk in the woods and look for a scenic spot to take a picture.
Alright, this place is nice. Now all get together and smile. Look handsome! (You think you have the perfect shot and then, in the blink of an eye – a squirrel up in a tree becomes quite fascinating!)
Look at the camera boys!
Well, this is getting better! This is a good one…wait…where is the little cutie? The star of any photo shoot is always the littlest one with the cubby cheeks, but where is he?
Courage was mad that he couldn’t have a “nola” bar, and decided that he was done with pictures.
Courage, Come Back Here!!!
There it is, little Courage making his way in the lonely wilderness.
We might as well take a break for a little fun.
That photo shoot turned out to be less than what I was envisioning, so I got the boys dressed up again in special, matching outfits. We all tromped outside to try again.
Ok, boys. Lay down in the grass and put your heads together in the middle.
Pandemonium ensued. Apparently boys consider it very uncool to lay down in the grass, especially with EACH OTHER.
Areli and I tried to get some pictures amidst the arguing, complaining, rough housing, and shrieking…but alas. Every single picture showed Courage’s once handsome face contoured into a grimace. He cried the entire photo shoot.
That was the end! The boys were free from their torture and I was mad! Where was my perfect picture of my dashing young men for my epic Christmas card?
This is a lot like life. We have expectations of perfection. We make excellent plans. Give straightforward instructions. Yet everything happens except perfection. Disappointment is guaranteed. What is a mom to do?
I looked through the photos to see what I could salvage. I actually found a few good ones mixed in.
This photo was my favorite. They don’t all have perfect smiles but I can appreciate each boy in his uniqueness and I LOVE them!
Life never gives us what we expect and it is never our version of perfect. But if you pay attention and look closely enough, you can find the gems hidden in the dirt.
Or in this case, the little boy smiling in the tree. (Smiling because the photo shoot was over and he was free to climb!)