When my camera wasn't lost, the battery was dead. If the battery capability was up to parr, the Sim card was lost. When all was in tact, Mommy was no where to be found....
Going back to school during this time has been one of the best decisions I could have made for myself... and my family.
My children are not being shoved off into the arms of another woman whom I'm forced to share custody with and write out a monthly "child support" check to. I haven't been so overburdened with school work that I've lost the desire to be emotionally, mentally or physical present in the my children and husbands lives. We continue to go to church, excite in family getaways and thrive on quality time well spent.
However, with all good things, something has got to give. In this case, it has been the photographer in me that has escaped. Maybe the blogger too. And a little bit of the quality control chef. Hey- we eat, but, I'm sure theres a nice family, several doors down, eating a much nicer meal.
Challenging that concept, I broke out the camera this evening only to find the battery worn and on the verge of death, the Sim card buried beneath piles of school assignments and the cap removed, with fingerprints lining the lens.
I cared not. I snapped away- ignoring the tattered trees, and displeasing angles. Instead, I focused on my subject... my world- my boys.
Pictures- the worth of a thousand words. Memories. Moments I'll never again get to recapture.
Pictures. Something I long to have more of. To consume myself with. Something that will, in the end, "pay off."
When my world has grown and moved away, I'll have pictures to keep my memory company. What a gift. What a treasure.
