For the past four years, as soon as Spring gets close, Carrie and I start planning Easter chick pictures. Also known as twenty minutes of pure chaos where we do everything imaginable to try to get a cute picture of our kids with the brand new, fresh-from-the-Mizell-farm chicks.
This year, things got even more challenging since we’ve added two to the group. Whitt & Mamie were the easy ones, though. Those big sisters give us a run for our money and we resorted to full on bribery this year. I had two prizes in my car for the girls and Carrie had stocked up on M&Ms. Not even that worked this year, though.
We didn’t get the perfect picture we’d imagined (we did get some cute ones though)…Allie got shoo-shooed on…AB was DONE after she saw said shoo-shoo…and the mommas were running on short patience yesterday. I even (accidentally, but I still felt terrible) knocked AB in the head with my camera after I had just gotten on to her. Not my finest Momma-Moment for sure. ALL for the LOVE of a picture.
Whitt & Maybree relaxing after lunch. :)
Both the girls slept the whole way.
I looked in my rear view mirror and saw those sweet sleeping faces and was reminded that it isn’t about the picture at all. Yes, I love a good picture of my kids, and when they are grown I want to be able to look back at all the pictures we’ve taken over the years, but more than that, I want the memory to be alive in them—not just a picture on paper. I want them to always feel how loved they are and how their momma loved doing things with them and for them. I don’t want them to remember me getting ill because they wouldn’t look at the camera and take a good picture.
I was really feeling regretful that I hadn’t taken the time to make the chick experience more fun for AB. I didn’t even let her hold them and play before I expected her to sit and smile for a picture. Don’t get me wrong, she’s three and we are working REALLY HARD on listening and following directions, and I feel as her parent, I should expect her to do what I ask her to do (even if its sit still and smile for a picture). But my problem was expecting that ONLY… I didn’t remember that she IS just 3 and maybe if I’d let her play for a minute, she’d have been more likely to cooperate better. Of course, like I said, she’s three, so she might not have. Ha.
Thankfully, children are way more resilient than our Momma-guilt lets us believe, because AB told everyone she saw yesterday about her morning with the baby chicks, how she’d had a fun day, AND about how they pooped on Allie. :)
So I’m guessing maybe I can redeem myself after all. Maybe she won’t grow up remembering me getting ill over her not looking at the camera, she’ll just remember all the crazy things her momma & Aunt Carrie used to get them into! :)
And while, I will STILL be snapping pictures of them left and right and bribing and begging them to look at the camera, I will also take time to remind myself that either way, we’ll never get these moments back. Whether we have a picture of it or not.