Tales From the Mama Trenches | Being THAT Mom

Today I was THAT mom at the grocery store. I was late bringing a new mom her dinner, I was so late that I couldn't go home and get her meal so I stopped at Safeway to pick something up. Weston was overtired and getting hungry - he'd been crying in the truck for 20 minutes already and continued to cry in the Ergo as we entered the store. In some random baby, toddler, cart shuffle I somehow accidentally poked Paisley in the eye - really hard. Soon I had two of my sweet babies screaming and crying hysterically just inside the entrance of the store. I was cradling them both feeling terribly helpless and guilty as I couldn't console either of them, I created the problems and I really needed to get this new mama her dinner.

I apologetically smiled to strangers as they walked by feeling like the worst mom and praying somehow my soothing and distraction techniques would work soon as we huddled by the soup cart.

A whole lot of people avoided eye contact and kept going.

One person walked by, looked at me, rolled their eyes and grumbled, "meltdown!".

One person, Safeway employee, stopped, asked if we were ok and asked if we needed some water or any else and seemed genuinely concerned.

How I hope to be that type of person. I want to lift people up. I want to offer kindness even when I don't know the situation and whys. I want to be a little bit of light when someone's moment is very dark.

Today I am thankful for kind words from a stranger and fruit snacks that solve almost any three year old's problems...even if their mom did almost blind them.

Photographic Art is an Investment | Lynden, WA Baby & Wedding Photographer

why-photographic-art-matters-100913 It’s been a hard day. You’re tired–and let’s face it–a little cranky. OK, a lot cranky.

So to cheer yourself up, you walk over to your computer and fire up the DVD of your recent family portrait session so that you can flip through the images. After seeing the slideshow playing on your tiny laptop, you can’t wait until the rest of the family comes over so that you can pass the computer around the dinner table.

Here’s another scenario, similar to the first, except for one crucial point: those incredible, indelible images are hanging on your walls. You see them every time you walk by; you smile every time you walk by. In each room of your home, the heirloom photographic art makes your heart swell, overflowing with the investment you’ve made in your family, the investment in adding permanence to your memories.

The impulse to purchase images on a disc instead of a canvas or a print is strong. We feel as if we don’t actually own something until we possess every image from our shoot, as if the only way to experience our family is by being able to make as many reprints of them as we want.

But images on disc sit around. They become stuffed into a desk drawer, until their media is rendered obsolete and the images cannot be accessed anymore. They remain untouched, until that day when we’ll have enough time to put them in an album or print them ourselves.

Finished products, on the other hand, are just that. They are ready to hang, ready to enjoy. They are instant–and constant–gratification. They are objects that can be passed down to your children, and your children’s children.

The tangible nature of fine art–that it is an actual object, hanging on your wall or sitting on your coffee table–is meant for enjoyment, for experience, not to be archived on a shelf in a plastic media case. A CD of all of your images is not fine art.

And the creation of fine art cannot be cheap. Crafting memories and creating personalized products that can be enjoyed for generations is a job that carries a lot of responsibility and weight, and demands finesse and skill. With professional photography, as with so much of life, you get what you pay for.

Photographic art is an investment, to be sure, but it’s one that you’ll never regret.

Many thanks to Design Aglow for this edition of the Conversations with Clients series.