Sometimes we do things that we aren’t comfortable doing. Sometimes we grab a hairnet and spend an evening working in a high school cafeteria kitchen. Along with a half-dozen other parents, we plate food, wash dishes, clear tables, and wait. We fill bowls with dressing, carafes with wassail, and sinks with dirty water.
It happens all the time. It’s part of being a parent, I think, this giving up time and comfort. When you have a child and you love them, you do things to be close to them, to care for them.
And then, when it’s done, our kids call us names when we want a picture.
But sometimes, they smile anyway. And it’s worth it.
Of course, this is her second madrigal performance weekend in a row.
(and last weekend her brother was covering our local NBA developmental league team for the evening paper where he freelances.)
Thanks for humoring me with family photos.