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?
Great pictures. Appropriately titled “Forever One of the Paparazzi. Parenting.” So true. But how can you not take pictures of that beautiful event. Love it!
Thanks Stephanie..I did okay considering my real camera is sick. Just shipped her off to camera general hospital.
Love to read about your insights into life Jamie, this is an important rite of passage and there will be more as your son continues his journey. How lucky to have a mom who sees the tenderness as well as the humor in it all. Enjoy the ride!
Thanks Becky. I was talking to another writer friend today about it and our son certainly is ready. It’s more a realization that this part of our life is gone. But it’s good. Just quite a transition if you think about it. I think I’ll stop thinking about it.
jamie, beautiful pictures, love the one of you , Johmn and Jake..good grief seems like yesterday he was just walking to church, a little boy…
Thanks Judy. That’s what makes me sad. That little boy is gone.
Am I crying because we just picked up Ken’s suit for prom (next Saturday, but not quite as formal here in Ghana) and graduation? Or because or beautiful baby boys have grown up? (Where have all those years gone?)
Or maybe because it is midnight and I’m tired? Yeah, that’s the one I’m sticking too.
How will I ever make it when I have to put him on a plane to the US, without me, on June 2?
Oh Mary Kay. June 2 is so very close. I just returned Jake’s tux this afternoon. These last two weeks have hit me harder than I expect. We’ll all be okay. It’s just that helpless feeling we can’t stop the passage of time.