I look at today’s photo of Jaedon and feel a whole big mixed bag of emotions. To explain the image first, Jaedon has just had yet another nose bleed. He gets them quite frequently, most often when he has a cold (like now) and when it’s hot out (like today), and when he’s running around or being more active than usual (like jumping on the trampoline this afternoon). He hates them – they completely freak him out. So my biggest issue when it happens isn’t controlling the bleed, it’s controlling him. I can console him, hug him, kiss on him, and do everything any mother would do but the best way to get him through it is to simply let him go. After I console, hug and kiss on him of course – after all, he still needs to know I’m there for him. But in the end he needs to learn how to deal with it himself.
But when I look at today’s photo, as much as I know I have done what I’ve needed to, I still can’t help but feel a tiny bit guilty that I’ve deliberately picked up my camera in order to capture him in a moment of obvious distress. I certainly don’t believe that makes me a bad mother, but in some ways it does seem like an odd thing to do. But in other ways, as he grows and is able to comprehend things more I want to be able to show him the battles he used to fight and the victories he now owns. I want him to see that problems are only as big as we make them out to be. And I want him to see who he is now, in order to understand how he’s become the man he will be. Today it is a picture of distress, tomorrow he will be able to say Thank the Lord I got over that. And he’ll be able to see just how far he’s come.
.jpg "Photo a Day | Jaedon | Twenty Six")
And as much as I hate lining the kids up in front of the wall just to get that obligatory photo, which I think I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding so far, I didn’t have much of a choice today. And even the cousins dancing around and making silly noises behind me couldn’t encourage her to look up and in the general direction of the camera. Or smile, just a little bit. But I give her permission to be over it, because I would be too if I were her. But even in her over it state she looks adorable, and I could kiss those beautiful lips and nibble on that sweet little nose. And tell her a hundred times just how precious she is, and that she never has to be anything for me. Just herself.
.jpg "Photo a Day | Alicia-Rae | Twenty Six")
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