Raising a Farmer: There are untold stories behind every Easter family picture
I wish family pictures could tell the stories leading up to the picture. Every Easter, I make a family proclamation as we head to the home of my aunt and uncle, "To remind everyone we will be taking a family picture as soon as we get there. We will take what we need into the house. No one takes their shoes off. We are taking a family picture."
As soon as we get there, my husband and children are shocked when we enter my aunt and uncle's house and I remind them, "Don't take your shoes off! We ARE taking a picture! Go outside." We head to the back yard and apparently this is play time. A time to see how close we can get to the pond in the backyard. They run around the fire pit back up to the house and are surprised when I say "Let's take the picture!"
My husband stands stoic and replies "Let's get this over with! Come on!" All I want is a picture with my family with them all smiling and joyful to take a picture. Yes, I can hear the birds chirping and the woodland animals coming out to drape us in satin ribbons placing a flower crown on my head. The children gentle place their hands out for song birds to land on their precious little fingers.
No instead I am repeating myself over and over again, "Put the stick DOWN!" "Stand still! Stop Moving! Get your fingers out of your face! Come on, smile NICE!" Every single time we take a family picture there is tension, irritation and frustration and more important things to do than take a family picture of us four.
No woodland creators singing to us.
Mostly with all our family pictures there is a story, and not a joyful one. The story of when I am sweetly and calmly telling my children to get over here but my teeth are clenched together. Or the time when Nathan and I are walking up the driveway holding hands, I am calmly reminding him and possibly holding his hand a little to tight, "I warned you we were taking family pictures today."
My favorite picture of all time doesn't tell you about 20 minutes before the photographer arrived at the farm I freaked out on my husband and two children.
The Easter picture this year doesn't tell you while I was curling my hair I had told Vivian several times to get her Easter dress on while she was dancing running around the house with only her white tights and dress shoes on. It doesn't tell you how Everett exclaimed "Easter is the best! Candy for breakfast!"
The Easter vigil picture doesn't tell you how Vivian ran around the front yard tripping and falling three times. Each time I caught my breathe and each time she yelled, "I'm OK!" It doesn't tell you I mumbled under my breathe, "I'm not worried about you but I am worried about your white tights and new dress."