Nowhere to hide
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
During his first year at college, the son borrowed a dorm-mate's fancy camera and took over a thousand pictures, and decided he wanted a nice camera himself. So this thrifty son, who has been socking away his summer earnings every year, decided to splurge and buy his own fancy camera and a pair of fancy lenses. They were delivered today, and he's been busy playing since.
What this means is that he's been taking pictures of me sitting on the sofa at my laptop. Clearing the dining table. Filling the dishwasher. Cleaning the kitchen. Dancing to my favorite jam.
The old me, even half a year ago, would have threatened to dunk his new toy into the toilet, or run over it with the car. I would have threatened it with destruction unless the kid promised not to take my picture. But this me doesn't mind anymore. I'm who I am, and one day we will be gone, and the kids should have some pictures of us.
And I love that the kid has passions - he's a super-nerd who also loves music, works out with his nerd friends a few times a week, and now is learning to love photography. I told him we would pay for his fancy lenses as his birthday present, and he was so grateful he squealed and gave me a hug. Now, a 6'1" man-child squealing and hugging - that's something special!