So for this week’s project I enlisted the help of my six year old who was home sick for the day.
He is such a good little model and somehow comes up with these sad, wistful looks complete with soulful puppy dog eyes. This is so funny to me because before you is the boy who hits the floor running every morning, singing constantly, and laughing always. This is the boy who cannot make it over our threshold without confessing some little misdemeanor that occurred during the school day with the avid promise that he “learned his lesson” and will “do better next time, promise mom!”
This is the boy I cannot resist hugging and kissing always because though mischievous and a bit of a string puller, has one big heart!
I love to edit pictures of my boys because seeing their features up close sends me on a little trip down memory lane. “There’s that scar from where he fell off the chair two years ago,” I’ll think. And, “there’s that little mole he has had since birth and here is that bruise from last week.” Then I wonder a little wistfully what he will look like as an old man when time has etched it’s chapters into the smooth little features he has now. Which makes me sad when I realize I will never know. Sigh. Motherhood is like this little saying: “Love, it is a stab, it is a sting. It is a pretty, pretty thing.”
What a nice meaningful portrait. And I love the wording you wrote. The journey of motherhood. x