It's no secret that my camera is always within arm's reach.
Sadly, Carter is at the age where he is cognizant of this and many times, will unabashedly yell "no!" and turn and hide his face as I reach for my camera.
As a mother and a photographer this presents quite a conundrum. As much as I try to be respectful of my toddler's wishes, my mom heart screams "savor these moments, capture them forever, you'll never get them back again" all the while he is screaming, "no! no cheese! no, ma!" and runs for the hills.
Now, I'm all for preserving sacred family memories but as I was sitting down to dinner with Carter earlier this week, who was going to town on some fish sticks and ketchup (more ketchup, less fish sticks), I found myself intently studying him. Studying the oval shape of his face, how he scraped the ketchup from off his bottom lip with his top four teeth, how animated he became when eating supper.
Normally during this hour of the day I'm scrambling around like a mad woman trying to straighten up the house before The Husband comes home, making sure the baby is bathed, the dishwasher emptied and The Toddler fed. Most days, I miss the tiny details of this hour. I miss how animated The Toddler becomes while eating his ordinary supper.
So? I grabbed my camera. And I'm so glad I did.