So today is Picture Day. Why does it seem like it is always Picture Day?Oh gee umm, maybe because they are always taking pictures of my child and charging up the whazoo for them!!!
Seriously. Perhaps my next post I will dive into what a wazoo actually is and we can explore all the hazards and pitfalls of things being shoved up and flying out of said wazoo....but I digress.
Picture Day! A special time of year when little girls and boys dress in their finest and go off to school to have the illusion of perfection and cleanliness captured in film only to be followed by eight hours of snacks, lunch times, nap time, playground time so on and so forth.
You enter the main hall at school, girls in bows bigger than my hand, boys in slacks and button up shirts complete with sweater vest. Mother licking tissues and defenseless children crying out " Mommy that's gross stop!" as they have their cheeks wiped free of oatmeal and other breakfast foods.
Your child stops to say hello to a pal who is trying desperately to grab hold of her tights and pull them out of her tiny behind while waving one arm in the air and running at full speed toward your child....running child slips and falls, freakishly large bow falls to the side of the loosely put together pony tail and as the fallen child stands to her feet she delivers the super important message that could not wait until her tights were fixed thus causing her to run while picking her behind..." Jaden we both have sparkly shoes!".
Mothers are standing by ensuring that each bow, each calique, each snap on tie and sandal strap stays in place until the finale that is the Picture. Kids wrestling on the floor and pulling on eachothers clothes and asking" When can we go outside?" moms standing by and translating the "child speak" into "parent speak" and hear" Mom I want to destroy the $20.00 dress already! When can I go outside and thrash and trash the picture that will this years Easter card?"and they cringe on the inside.
I love it! I love it because I get a sick kind of joy in watching parents fuss over little things with their kids. I too used to be fusser. I learned my lessons and I have to say, life is a heck of alot easier when you are more worried about the big life choices instead of how the picture in her pre-school year turns out. Most the time I never buy the pictures, I will not be buying these ones either. Instead I will take Jaden somewhere to get a professional photo taken where I can stand by knowing that time and effort are being factored into this memorable photo and the price.
Jaden picked out her own outfit...blue baby doll tank top with pockets in front, black capri cut off leggings and sparkly slipper type shoes that no longer have sparkles on the toes from all the running around and hullabaloo. She loved it though. She stood in front of the mirror and said " Mom don't I look super styling? I look super cool huh?" then she answered herself with a " I am super cool and styling!" giving herself a big thumbs up in typical Fonzie fashion and grabbed her stuffed pony and was ready.
I don't care what she wears, mostly, as long as she feels good about herself and what she has on that fine with me. Go on Jaden, have an awesome picture day!
She will be in the class photo that they hand in the entrance way though and her smile was well practiced this morning...cant wait to see it.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
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