Last summer I bought my daughter some cute little leggings from M&S, right before we went only holidays to Spain. I didn’t take the leggings with us, summer in Spain calls for sundresses and shorts. When we returned after a week (just one week!) the leggings were too small. In just a week my baby girl had grown again. Like a plucky little flower, a week of Spanish sunshine followed by a few days of good old fashioned Welsh rain and she had sprouted up, loosing more of her chubby baby look and becoming a little girl. I chastised myself for not marking her height before her spurt (oh man, no one does mummy guilt like I!) and made a mental note to buy a growth chart.
7 months later. I still haven’t got the growth chart. I have a notch or two on the kitchen door frame, but I keep forgetting to date them. Now she has had another growing spurt. Her little tunny peeks out beneath her too-short vests. People talk about how much she’s grown. “She’s ready for school now”, they say. “Time for another”. Oh God!
The other evening my daughter was washing her hands, chatting to herself as always. Repeating the same words, as though a mantra, “They grow up so fast, they grow up so fast”. Children pick up on what the grownups around them are saying, and my little one is aware that she is growing up so fast.
So what does this have to do with family photography?
THEY GROW UP SO FAST
And yet, the days are long. So you get up, still sleepy, because no parent every truly has a good nights sleep. Bribe the kids in to eating something healthy-adjacent and spend 10 minute looking for shoes. Make it in to work before the meeting starts, remember to book the dentist, order the height chart during lunch break, text a friend happy belated birthday, come home, cook dinner, bathtime, please-go-to-bed time,glass of wine time. Then suddenly it’s 10.30, and you feel sleepy again. You thought briefly of booking a family photography session when you were browsing through Facebook and saw your friends beautiful images, but it’s hardly urgent, you’ll do it tomorrow, or on the weekend, or after you’ve got the handyman to come and look at that growing wet patch on the ceiling.
What’s the rush?
The rush, dear mama, is the notches on the door frame. Every day they are getting bigger, speaking new words, learning new arguments for why they should be allowed to stay up late/eat chocolate/get a new Paw Patrol toy. So you put it off, it’s something you’ll ‘get round to’. It’s a nice to have, not a need to have. But just like wine time turns in to look-how-late-it-is time, one day you’ll look at your little ones and realise it’s too late to do the lift-them-in-the-air image you saw on Pinterest, because they are too big. I don’t want that to happen to you. We’re parents, a large part of the job description is worrying and feeling guilty. I know I shouldn’t, I tell other parents that they shouldn’t, but I still do. I don’t want this to be something you regret.
Please don’t stress about your family photography, that’s my job. You don’t like how you look in photos, your children won’t sit still, you never have a weekend free, you don’t know what to wear. Let me help you with these issues, this is what I do. I’ve been there, professionally and personally. It’s my job, my pleasure and my privilege to give you images you love. Even if you only got four hours sleep and your little darling insisted on wearing their Batman costume and green wellies to the session.
All you need to do is get in touch with with me. That’s all. Then you can check family photography off the to do list. Just reach out and I can help you. If you want I can give you a call in that magical time between the kids bedtime and look-how-late-it-is time. We can discuss our favourite Netflix shows, celeb crushes, why our kids can’t find something even though it’s clearly right there in front of them I mean jeez are you actually going to make me get it it’s practically touching your shoe! Oh and we can also arrange your family photo shoot before your kids move out (Hallelujah/what-am-I-going-to-talk-about-with-my-husband-now!) . And don’t worry, I’m not going to do the hard sell. Because frankly, I’m too tired!