I was on my way out the door and I was in a hurry as always. I looked up and Guy was standing in the doorway with his picture perfect red coat, watching in awe as the snow fell. I immediately saw the photo opportunity and hesitated. I knew it would look great. I knew it was a moment I wanted to capture. Not just because I thought it would make a great photo but also so I could remember this time when the simple beauties of life still stopped him in his tracks (which is hard to do since this kid never stops moving!).
But… I was late, or at least my version of late which is not being 10 minutes early. So I didn’t run and grab my camera. I didn’t capture that beautiful moment because of my terrible tendency to always rush. It stuck with me for a full week. I was so disappointed that I didn’t have that photo! I kept seeing what it would have looked like and what I would’ve done with it and I kept kicking myself for missing it. Partly because I really wanted that memory and partly because I’m in a constant war against that part of me that wants to rush. I fight against this part of my personality because it’s actually pretty oppressing. It puts so much unnecessary pressure on my children and usually puts me in a bad mood because we can never move fast enough to satisfy the voice inside my head. Some days I fight this battle better than others and on this particular day I lost. So I rushed to school to pick up my daughter and we waited… 15 minutes at least. More than enough time for me to have gotten my camera and snapped away. While I was waiting for her to get out of school I decided I would not let that happen again. If I see a shot, I’m gonna take it.
And then today it happened… Guy forgot a toy in the car this morning. He put on all his gear to go look for it and it was back! The moment I wanted to capture. He was standing in the doorway staring at the snow! So I ran. I ran and looked fairly ridiculous, I’m sure, as I grabbed my camera and recovered that lost opportunity.