02 August 2014
There is no greater feeling than being acknowledged or validated for something you love doing. It’s not to say that we should attach ourselves to the need for validation because, well, folks are more concerned with themselves these days than anything or anyone else. Hard truth. Although once in a beautiful while, someone comes along and shows a genuine and very present interest in something that you are completely ardent about. What sends that sentiment screaming through the rooftops is when that endorsement comes from your child. Children call it like it is. There is no need for sugar coating, frills or fairy dusting; it is, in their minds, what it is.
Gabriel, my eight-year old son, bursts into my car as I collect him from school one afternoon, does his usual cheery “Hello Mommy!” greet with an enthusiastic peck to my mouth and off we head into the next journey of fetching his two older sisters while we chat about his day. He is suddenly jolted into recollection as he rips his bag open enthusiastically while scratching for something deep inside pronouncing excitedly, “Oh! Mommy I found something for you today! I was playing soccer with my friends and I saw this byoootifull (that’s how he pronounces it) feather that reminded me of you. I know how you love taking photographs so I stopped to pick it up and I took it to my bag so it didn’t get damaged. I thought you might like to take a photograph of it. Here we go”. He coolly hands me an unusually striking feather as my heart begins racing to the tune of a formula one race car headed for the number one spot without a fight. ‘Touched’ by this notion of love does not even scrape the insides of a bottomless chasm at how deeply I was moved. My heart, if a balloon would have positively detonated with the loudest bang at how my son made me feel on that afternoon adorned with the unexpected flood of love that filled my heart at what may have been a casual gesture for him but for me it was mammoth. Huge. It meant that he stopped to think about me. That a feather lost in flight having made its ride from the sky to the ground stopped my son in his playtime. He stopped. Picked it up and put it safely in his bag so that I, his Mommy, could take unprecedented pleasure in photographing it. He could have easily disregarded it, carried on with his soccer game and never given it a second thought. He didn’t.
I don’t know how long my son will bless me with free gifts from Mother Nature that make my heart pop because time has a way of removing the innocence and raw generosity of our young yet all I can assertively say is that as long as they keep on coming the gratitude that oozes from within me can never be compared to a gift that cost money to give. These are the gifts that keep on giving because the reminiscent glow of happiness that exudes from my depths every time I may recall, revisit the photograph or see another feather that evokes the memory of the day my son presented me with a feather that stopped him in his tracks will live with me forever.
The power of the emotion a photograph can evoke.
How I see it...
I see, speak and write in metaphors because I feel there is much we can learn from nature, people and our surroundings as depicted in my photographs and why I enjoy sharing my thoughts. Not in any attempt to convince or convert you to my way of thinking, seeing or feeling but to share how I see and experience MY mind map of the world. You at no time have to agree, all I ask is that my views and the views of others who wish to express theirs are kindly respected. So relax, get comfy and just enjoy. Happy reading!