My two-year-old sincerely loves all things musical – Recently we’ve discovered that this includes The Lawrence Welk Show.
My husband took this photo yesterday as we were working on getting dinner on the table. He had been about to shut off the TV after playing the toddler Pandora station for awhile and it landed on The Lawrence Welk Show on PBS.
Sebastian saw the horn, looked up and him and said, “I love it, daddy! I love this show!”
We sat back amused and allowed our kid be exposed to the music of another era, while daddy made dinner and mommy worked on her blog.
I love this picture because my husband took it and there is not one thing I would change about the composition – which, I must admit, is rare.
For once I can’t say, “Next time try not to get the counter top full of clutter right behind his head.” Or, “It’s better if the light is behind you.” Or, “See how the light fixture looks like it’s sprouting out of his head.” (I got this photo pickiness from my mother, in case you were wondering why I should be such a nag.)
The timing was perfect, too. How awesome is that Geritol ad at the top of the screen?!!!
Here is a rare snap-shot of a day in our lives in which I feel that we really do live that unattainable, magazine-perfect life. Outside of the shot, the rest of the house is steeped in the clutter of the weekend, and of my recent trip to Target to get toilet paper, diapers, and La Croix sparkling water.
But in this photo, I’m not bothered by the out of place kids toys, the old Turkish rug that doesn’t match anything, the crumby blanket that covers our crappy couch, the new curtains that still have creases in them from the package, and that I hate but we can’t return. Etc, etc, etc.
In this photo I see our house as an outsider might see it. A comfortable place to be at home with family. Watching Larence Welk to boot!
This photo has been a reminder for me to be truly grateful for life and the home that we share together as a family.
I love it because it’s aesthetically pleasing to me: I love, love, love the composition. It stands on it’s own as a photograph. (Old-school photography, before digital cameras, was the first art form I fell in love with.)
I love it because it was such an amusing moment in our lives. A moment that made my husband and me smile together and appreciate the wonder that is our son. That despite us being sleep deprived, him being on-call all weekend and trying to get dinner on the table, and me feeling uncomfortable and swollen with pregnancy, allowed us to step into another frame of mind and enjoy our family time.
I’m planning to use this whenever I need a lift and a smile this week.
My new meditation on the home:
As I look around my house this week I’m looking through the eyes of the photograph. Our house – even with the bits of clutter that I’m always battling on the counter tops, with all toys and books and things that the two-year-old tornado is always depositing all over the floors in all of the walkways, with all the clutter that gets shuffled from place to place because it doesn’t yet have a home – even with all this stuff, our house is still a comfortable, happy home when you step back and look at it from the right point of view.
This week I will look at our home from the frame of mind of love, comfort, togetherness, and amusement, not with that critical eye that infects my everyday battle with domestic chores.