Day 2 of Photo a day: Stillness in movement
I thought this to be a pretty straightforward kind of an assignment to restart blogging.
But i realize now just how difficult it is to select that one moment, the one photo to capture your day. Forget narrowing down to one moment, it is difficult to narrow down to even one of the thousands of emotions we feel everyday.
The same day can be represented by utter joy, and utter despair.
Do the ups define the day, or do the downs own it, I wonder?
The point is, i realize, no one moment can make or break a day. Even a time frame as limited as 24 hours can have so many defining moments.
So for my day 2, i have not one but two photos.
I couldn't pick one.
A little moment snatched with A in the afternoon.
Observing the fluttering butterfly, wondering at the colors on its wings, just holding A close to gaze upon a beautiful creature. Feeling a wave of stillness through movement.
The second moment is the dreaded moment of every parent, when they know their child has outgrown something that they wish they could hold on to just a little bit longer.
In my case - A wanting to sleep on the bed and not be rocked to sleep. I had a feeling i was going to lose this experience. I knew the habit was on its way out, i wanted to stop it, i felt cheated. If someone had told me sooner that A would outgrow being rocked so quickly, i would never have cribbed about all the times when i did have to rock her, i would never have read all those books which made me believe that the child sleeping on its own is a milestone to be celebrated, i would never have frowned and fretted over bedtime discipline, i wouldn't have looked with awe, but with pity, at the parent gloating about their kid's independent sleeping habits.
Oh well, it had to end sometime. This was the moment!
But i realize now just how difficult it is to select that one moment, the one photo to capture your day. Forget narrowing down to one moment, it is difficult to narrow down to even one of the thousands of emotions we feel everyday.
The same day can be represented by utter joy, and utter despair.
Do the ups define the day, or do the downs own it, I wonder?
The point is, i realize, no one moment can make or break a day. Even a time frame as limited as 24 hours can have so many defining moments.
So for my day 2, i have not one but two photos.
I couldn't pick one.
A little moment snatched with A in the afternoon.
Observing the fluttering butterfly, wondering at the colors on its wings, just holding A close to gaze upon a beautiful creature. Feeling a wave of stillness through movement.
The second moment is the dreaded moment of every parent, when they know their child has outgrown something that they wish they could hold on to just a little bit longer.
In my case - A wanting to sleep on the bed and not be rocked to sleep. I had a feeling i was going to lose this experience. I knew the habit was on its way out, i wanted to stop it, i felt cheated. If someone had told me sooner that A would outgrow being rocked so quickly, i would never have cribbed about all the times when i did have to rock her, i would never have read all those books which made me believe that the child sleeping on its own is a milestone to be celebrated, i would never have frowned and fretted over bedtime discipline, i wouldn't have looked with awe, but with pity, at the parent gloating about their kid's independent sleeping habits.
Oh well, it had to end sometime. This was the moment!
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