This post is part of a series of behind the scene posts authored by the Where The Boys regular contributors. This is our opportunity to share with you the very best of us and our different perspectives on mothering / capturing / documenting our sons. Our hope is that in these posts you find encouragement and inspiration in your journey of celebrating your son(s).
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
This has become a popular saying over the past few years, and as cliché as it might be; it couldn’t be any further from the truth.
Around a year ago, I found myself in a place where I never would have imagined. I was craving the past, yearning for what once was. I was missing the times with the boys when they needed me, when I felt like I had a purpose.
Picking up my camera and documenting our every day life, every single day for an entire year was the best anecdote I could have ever given myself.
I began to see my life through a different lens and I began to see the beauty in the mundane. I waited in anticipation to capture something routine, or something new, a new hobby or passion that one of the boys had taken up. Something as simple as our Sundae on Sunday routine, or maybe even the two weeklong phase of when the boys HAD to take a bath every single day after school. I documented dance parties on front of our boat, band concerts, and requests for mac and cheese when they were home from school sick, making homemade ice cream; teenagers first time driving our boat, or just my middle son’s quirky, hysterical personality.
It made me realize that the little details of the everyday really do add up to something bigger, something more. I now have 365 images-not all of them are worth a lot of praise or accolades-but they are worth their weight in gold to me. They are moments that I will never get back, but I have them documented on film.
Was the project at time exhausting? Absolutely, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. They are magnificent moments, captured in time and I am no longer grieving the once was, but happy that those moments happened at all and that I can enjoy them over and over because I was willing to stop, slow down and take in the moment.