Yes, I’m that Mom. The one with her i-phone always in her hand. Snapping photos left and right. Videos too. Up close, far away, action and still shots. You find me at all the sports games and practices trying to get the next best shot. Of the goal. Of the uniform. Of the playing field itself. Of the smile (or the serious “leave me alone, mom, I’m about to do something great"). The impromptu moment of glory when the smile is so genuine, the child so innocent, the moment so pure. It takes at least 50 photos, maybe even 100, for me to find four or five that I really like. But it’s worth it. All that anticipation and practice to get the shot of the day.
Life is short and kids grow up fast. And if you blink you miss the moment. Go back to your photos…a year ago…two years ago…three years ago, and see how much your kids have changed. Their little faces change, their bodies grow out, then tall, then out again. Their hands are soft and squashy, then long thin and tough. I get pure enjoyment in watching my kids play sports, and I get a second round of happiness later in the evening, reliving the day’s sporting adventures by looking at the photos and replaying the videos back, sometimes to myself and sometimes to my kids as they lie in bed ready to sleep. We laugh about moments, share thoughts and feelings, excitement, disappointment, wonder, surprise, and the love of sports…all sports…for my kids do all sports, and I take photos of all sports.
Watching the body perform, especially the young child’s body, is a little miracle when you think that this kid began as a tiny little thing inside of my body only a few years ago. And now those little legs kick a soccer ball, those little arms throw a baseball or hold a lacrosse stick, and those little heads are busy learning all the rules of these sports. Muscles strengthen. Friendships form. Goals are set and achieved. I never forget to watch the sport. I don’t let my camera blur the moment so I miss it. Sometimes I even hold the camera away from my face to watch the action live, hoping the camera is in the right angle or with the right zoom. Who cares anyway? So many moments. They can’t all possibly be captured on film. And I can’t expect my kids to go through all these photos when they are older. But I am still that mom. And I will always be that mom. The photo mom. The proud mom. The super mom. The sports mom. Cheering for my kids, lending support, kicking around a ball, chasing after my other kids, all in stride. And always the one with the iphone in my hand, poised for the next best shot of my kids on the sports field. Click.
Visit us at www.besporthappy.com for more info on the 35 sports available for kids in Saratoga ages 3-13. Like us on Facebook at www.facebook.com/besporthappy or join our Be Sport Happy Saratoga Equipment Exchange group on Facebook and exchange used sports equipment with other Saratoga families: www.facebook.com/groups/besporthappy. Also find us at www.healtheconcessions.com and like us on Facebook at www.facebook.com/healtheconcessions.
Life is short and kids grow up fast. And if you blink you miss the moment. Go back to your photos…a year ago…two years ago…three years ago, and see how much your kids have changed. Their little faces change, their bodies grow out, then tall, then out again. Their hands are soft and squashy, then long thin and tough. I get pure enjoyment in watching my kids play sports, and I get a second round of happiness later in the evening, reliving the day’s sporting adventures by looking at the photos and replaying the videos back, sometimes to myself and sometimes to my kids as they lie in bed ready to sleep. We laugh about moments, share thoughts and feelings, excitement, disappointment, wonder, surprise, and the love of sports…all sports…for my kids do all sports, and I take photos of all sports.
Watching the body perform, especially the young child’s body, is a little miracle when you think that this kid began as a tiny little thing inside of my body only a few years ago. And now those little legs kick a soccer ball, those little arms throw a baseball or hold a lacrosse stick, and those little heads are busy learning all the rules of these sports. Muscles strengthen. Friendships form. Goals are set and achieved. I never forget to watch the sport. I don’t let my camera blur the moment so I miss it. Sometimes I even hold the camera away from my face to watch the action live, hoping the camera is in the right angle or with the right zoom. Who cares anyway? So many moments. They can’t all possibly be captured on film. And I can’t expect my kids to go through all these photos when they are older. But I am still that mom. And I will always be that mom. The photo mom. The proud mom. The super mom. The sports mom. Cheering for my kids, lending support, kicking around a ball, chasing after my other kids, all in stride. And always the one with the iphone in my hand, poised for the next best shot of my kids on the sports field. Click.
Visit us at www.besporthappy.com for more info on the 35 sports available for kids in Saratoga ages 3-13. Like us on Facebook at www.facebook.com/besporthappy or join our Be Sport Happy Saratoga Equipment Exchange group on Facebook and exchange used sports equipment with other Saratoga families: www.facebook.com/groups/besporthappy. Also find us at www.healtheconcessions.com and like us on Facebook at www.facebook.com/healtheconcessions.
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