Monday, May 10, 2010

Someday I just may get it...

I do work at it. When I think about it. The problem is that I just don't seem to think about it often enough. Not by choice really, but mainly because I forget to think about it in time so that when I finally do think about it, it's too late. And then it's like a big slap on the forehead moment, but it's already over.

And what, you ask, is it? Well it is quite simply the art of being put together. I think that I used to be put together, but to be honest, I'm no longer really sure. Was that actually my reality or maybe just some reality I created in the mind of my past life? Regardless, if it was actually a moment in my life, it's gone now. Perhaps never to be found again.

Case in point: I picked up my son's school photos today. Now I think they're quite lovely. He has a gorgeous smile and then hint of a cute little dimple. Truly him. What mother wouldn't be charmed?

Of course, upon closer inspection, it's true that I could have perhaps done better (this has been pointed out to me several times already through fits of laughter by my ever supportive husband). His hair, for example, is ever so slightly scruffy. To me, proof that he had a bath the previous evening (giving myself a big pat on the back for that one). To the mothers of the primped children, proof that his foreign mother hasn't quite mastered the art of the spit and hairbrush. I'll also admit that if I had to do it over, I would perhaps have choosen a nice shirt to put on him that day and not one that is a tad bit rumpled and missing all its buttons. In my defense, it was originally hidden under his sweatshirt, albeit one that has been passed down to him after being worn by both his sisters. So....actually, probably best to have removed the sweatshirt for the photo (mental note to thank his teacher in the morning).

Now being put together seems relatively easy to accomplish, I'll admit. But the problem is that I just didn't have it together that morning. And if I'm honest, I'd have to say that morning is not truly an exception to any other morning. Honestly, I suppose I'm generally so proud of myself for simply getting the whole crew out the door dressed (for better or for worse) and fed, that the events of the day to come completely slip from my consciousness.

And so, once again, I forgot it was picture day at school and only had in mind the fact that he was actually going to school, something not all too often seen around here. The joy of thinking that all three could be out of the house at once overtook me. The thought of a few moments of silence once they were dropped off became all important and overshadowed anything out of the ordinary that could be happening that day at school.

No, this isn't the first time this has happened. Nor is he my first child to have been subjected to this exercise in scruffy school photos. Sadly, this probably won't be the last. As you who read this blog have learned long ago, try as I may, I don't live in a blog perfect world. Rather in a slightly scruffy and disorganised one. But one that seems to be producing children with big smiles and wee dimples. And that seems pretty good to me.


sassypackrat said...

Oh you are so not alone in this! I don't think I have any put together school photos of any of my children until they reached Junior High and they put themselves together. I try not to be too hard on myself and I tell people well they are alive, in good health, not in jail or pregnant and do not look homeless (even if the early photos look that way!). ;0)

Giffysk8s said...

Why oh why would you want his photo to be "picture perfect?" It needs to be HIM, and that's where the perfection lies. I think it is quite lovely and TRUE and how you want to remember him~not all fake and poised. Of course, it would have been even better had you forgotten to wipe his breakfast from his face before he dashed off to school. That would be the REAL him, no? You will always look at this and smile and laugh and celebrate your perfectly unperfect little man and his slightly disorganized but perfectly adorable mother~both of you blessed to have the other! :)

Chichiboulie said...

To be honest, I used the spit technique in the classroom before leaving him off. At least got a few crumbs off! Ah well... we all have to have our trademark after all. And I do love this photo!

SoBella Creations said...

This is one of the reason I love that my daughter has to wear a uniform to school. Although now that we are approaching the end of the school year her white shoes are looking quite horrible.

The 4 year old who attends preschool gets to wear what she wants. And she always has to look just so before she leaves the house for school. Pretty as a Princess as she would say.