Sometimes I can get a little intense about taking photos – especially photos of water. Flowing water in a creek, water droplets on a blade of grass or flower. My kids even make fun of me because I tend to go overboard.
“Hey mom! – look! There are some dew drops over here. Better get your camera!”
One picturesque fall day I looked over the bank and saw so much potential and beauty just there for the capturing.
I grab my camera and head down to the creek. Excited about what my lens might find.
Much to my dismay, both of my girls decided they just had to come down with me and play in the creek at the same time.
I thought to myself…well, there goes any chance I was hoping of getting some good shots.
You know what they say about assuming.
Let’s just say I was in for some humble pie and a huge life lesson.
We all get down there in one piece (it is a steep descent/ravine).
The girls started doing what they do best…causing utter havoc. And being completely adorable while doing it. I believe whole heartedly that kids need to experience nature first hand like this.
I am all for getting them out of the house and letting them get a little dirty.
Just not while I am trying to take photos, for heaven’s sake!
But I soon forgot about those frustrations. Just watching them. They are so beautiful. So full of silliness, play, and wonder.
They transform into magical water fairy nymphs right before my eyes.
Then came the splashing. The inevitable splishing and splashing, and accidental falling in. All just a matter of time.
So there I am snapping away at some of the artfully placed leaves I had my eye on from the start. Except now, there was all kinds of chaos going on around this otherwise peaceful scene and moment just a few yards away.
I was about to get frustrated, but thought better of it. I kept snapping pictures. Art is all just an experiment anyways – at least for me at this amateur phase.
And of course you know what happened…
I got some of the best shots I could have hoped for. WAY better than if I had gone down there alone.
Because the most beautiful part of the pictures I captured that day was not the leaves on the water that I had gone down there for…
The most beautiful part was the water that had come to life all around the leaves.
All because 2 little girls were curious and had to follow their crazy mommy down to the water.
And I am so thankful they did.
They continue to teach me lessons like this all the time.
Lessons of letting go of control. Letting go of expectations.
Letting life be even more beautiful by the surprises that happen when you surrender all those preconceived notions or thoughts on how things should be like this or that.
There is a lot of beauty and freedom in that kind of surrender.
They are great teachers. Even when I am a reluctant learner.
And though I still yearn for calm and quiet times now and then, I know I will look back at these days and miss being smothered by two needy, precious girls that will grow up all too fast.
I am thankful for these teaching moments and for the beauty in the chaos.