Muses

Forever One of the Paparazzi. Parenting.

Prom exploded all over Madison, Georgia last night.

That meant long flowing solid jewel gowns, neatly cinched tuxedos and cameras of every brand, nation, size and price range all over town.

I am still needing my camera repaired (on tomorrow to-do list) but that didn’t stop me.

 

Yes, all over the county, parents were taking pictures of their children, their dates and their friends.

My son and his lovely date.

Laura Margaret’s ball shoes. Inside joke to those on Twitter. (Well, maybe just between us but who cares?)

 

Obligatory shot with parents. I brought candied carrots to the dinner and spilled it all over me as I was carrying it. My husband said that’s why he fell in love with me.

Not sure but he’s right — but that’s me.

And that’s also me, the mother of a graduating high school senior.

Yes, the parents took pictures. And more pictures.

Parents are forever taking pictures of their children. A fuzzy newborn in the hospital, a first step, a piano rectial or football game. Violin concert, 4-H show.

Yes, once and forever we are the paparazzi to our children.

Only now, these last few photographs of high school moments have such significance.

Maybe they all did? All those pictures snapped for 18 years.

It’s just now we’re so much more aware of the fleeting nature of the moment we are trying to hang onto.

Now we’ll be forever on the outside looking in.

Right?

           

           

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