Katherine

So I'm photographing this beautiful, smart, and very poised senior last night...all the while thinking to myself that I was NOT this put together when I was her age!! What a pleasure. Good luck in your senior year!

Finding My Joy

Too often, as mothers, we find ourselves documenting the lives around us...snapping pictures at every event and every holiday, only to look back on those photos and never see our own faces.  We delete imperfect photos and long to edit out our early wrinkles, or photos that make us look "fat".  I too am guilty!! My last baby just went off to kindergarten and I'm left to reflect on the time we've spent together and what we still have to come.  I've signed myself up for an awesome class FINDING YOUR JOY by Willette Kelly.  It's about getting in front of the camera...not hiding behind.  I'm excited to see what it brings.  In the meantime, I leave my fellow mothers with this poem.  Read it...remember it.  Have a great day!

Perfection (Anonymous)
December 23, 2008
When He Smiles

The world is such a cruel and unforgiving place
Images of flawlessness strewn through every aspect of life
The norm has an unobtainable and impossible face,
Making me wonder if I’ll ever measure up

Then I look into the beautiful eyes of the angel on my hip
I remember what life is about, and forget about unrealistic expectations
An undeniable love shines through the grin on his lips
I am beautiful when he smiles

Everything is perfect and I couldn’t ask for more
Until I trip again and fall into a dark sea of why’s
His innocence and beauty remind me what I’m living for
His laughter is the soundtrack to my life

This little piece of perfection looks at me with a love so real
He loves me unconditionally, to him I am perfection
It is a love of such incredible force and wonder that my heart feels
I am stronger when he smiles

I am a woman, a real woman, not from a magazine
Flawless doesn’t fit into the description of my life
But perfection sounds just right for what I have been given
My heart is full that’s all I could ever ask for

Battle scared and branded by the marks of motherhood I stand tall
Is perfection a beautiful body? Societies ideal?
Or does perfection have anything to do with appearance at all?
I am perfect when he smiles