WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 23, 2017

Exhausted Memories

A 12:50 appointment, but they were backed up an hour! No less than 20 kids and twice the adults in small quarters. The take-as-you-go photograph center was a complete buzz! Frazzled, exhausted … A 12:50 appointment, but they were backed up an hour! No less than 20 kids and twice the adults in small quarters. The take-as-you-go photograph center was a complete buzz!
Frazzled, exhausted photographers would attempt to capture the candid and posed moments of history for proud parents and family members. I sat watching kids interact with one another. Some adapted very graciously rubbing elbows with strangers at the Lego table. Others took on the disposition of their parents – domineering, selfish and rude. The more active children soon lost the crisp nature with which they entered the premises. The more passive ones took their place in front of the camera with little to no preparation necessary.

Moms and grandmoms were the sideliners awaiting kickoff time. A couple of dads had set aside time to participate in the preservation ceremony. There was one dad that caught my attention, however. He was alone … with five children; ages appeared to be from 12 years to 9 months. I couldn’t help myself – you know how I am. It was such a noble act, and totally out of character, as we all must agree.

“Are you doing this without a mom?”

“Yeah,” was his droopy response, yet he bravely marched into the room ready for the shoot.

I couldn’t discern from his demeanor if there wasn’t a mom in the picture at all, if this was a surprise for Mom, or if he was simply there under duress. Whatever the situation, it was impressive that he felt it important enough to record a memory for his family.

Chasing two overextended toddlers in order to savor a moment in time was exhausting. A three-plus-hour ordeal, my daughter and I exited the store beaten like a drum! Sitting for a moment before driving away, we reveled in the token of tenderness the pictures rendered. As exhausted as all who passed through the studio doors may have been, the memories captured on this God-gifted day would live on for generations. A picture is truly worth an exhausted memory.

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