Flipping through our phones, my husband and I look at pictures. There are soccer games, piano recitals, and little boys bundled up in winter jackets building a snowman together. There are adoring parents (that would be us) smiling at the camera.
“Aww, how cute! The one of the kids at that holiday festival.”
“Look! I love this one of us at The Nutcracker.”
“Oh, yeah,” we cringe. “That was the time when…”
We have our arms around each other. All of us are smiling. I am beaming. I will not excuse my clichéd word choice here because I am simply beaming, people. My happiness is bursting through the pixels.
Yet I know that I had just barked at one of my boys after he had a meltdown and turned Hulk on the other one after he wandered away from us into a crowd of people (again). And yet there I am all smiles.
Especially during the holidays, when we’re snapping pictures more often, I’m reminded of this.
Sometimes, what we see in a photograph is the honest, beautiful truth. But other times, it is a lucky snapshot of a moment we wish were true.
That’s life – beauty and bullshit.
The reality of the family behind the picture isn’t always pretty. Then again, sometimes it’s beautiful.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.