Picture Picture: a birthday party
Two weeks ago I photographed the birthday of a 4 year-old girl. I don’t know what I was thinking – I did this post-transfer, pre-BFN. The birthday girl is the daughter of one of my former coworkers. I have photographed her beautiful family of four before and always enjoy my time with them. Why not photograph a party?
It was hard. All these lovely children dancing together with reckless abandon. The complete disregard for how the world perceives them is one of the things I love most about children. They are truly free spirits not yet aware of what their observers think. “So what if my hair is a mess while I thrash madly to a song about fairies!” I love it.
When asked how I knew the birthday girl I joked, “Oh, her mom and I used to work together. I don’t have children so I’ve become that weird woman who photographs my friend’s children for fun.” Everyone laughed.
Why did I say that? Could I not just have said I’m a friend of the family and occasionally take photos for them? Did I have to belittle myself with the label “weird” and did I have to draw attention to my not having children? Why?
The photos I ended up with are not my best and it is obvious my mind was somewhere else. They are, however, a good lesson for me in what I can and can’t handle at this point in my life. I can handle taking photos. I cannot handle taking photos of other people’s children. Maybe sometime in the future, but not right now.