The day was magical. Sunny, with a chill as the sun went down, illuminating the clouds above. Friends and family gathered around the track cheering on their favorite athletes. The calm of the evening only disrupted by the occasional bang at the start of each race. Peace, joy, determination, frustration and disappointment, the mingling of an emotional dance, telling a story of triumph and loses. It was an honor to get to photograph this senior as he glided over the high jump bar and across the finish line for each of his races. The scene gave my body and mind a reset as I sat observing humanity at rest and recharging through the enjoyment of life. It was beautiful.
My oldest child graduated yesterday. The mother behind me in the stands cried (a lot). I could relate to the tears, but I also couldn’t be more happy for graduation. I do admit that I cried too (briefly) when the speaker recognized two students that didn’t make it to graduation. There is no worse thought than losing a child in this life. It’s paralyzing to me and incredibly sad to think there are parents in this world who have felt that loss. I can’t imagine. I haven’t shared a lot about my parenting journey with my oldest child. It has been an incredible 18+ years of dancing in delight and wading through sorrow. In some ways, I feel like this child and I have parented each other. We have grown up together, experiencing life, and learning through each other's eyes. I’m just going to break the ice and say that HE has become one of my best friends and something like a third parent to my other children. As the oldest child being raised by a single mother, my son has grown into a car...
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