My mother decided to have family photos taken yesterday, which was panicking on many levels for me, the most prevalent of which include (1) I am not photogenic and (2) I anticipated some weirdness about being without a spouse. Despite my intense emotions about this situation, the family plowed ahead (grrrrr) and I found myself at the magical world of Wheeler Farm for a little "forced family fun" as I lovingly referred to it.....which made my mother none too happy. :)
Everything started well and was moving along relatively smoothly; it was pretty entertaining watching Baby Diva (now 16 months) try to squirm away from her parents to chase the geese at every opportunity. I was sure it was only a matter of time before we ended up with a glob of goose poop in her cute, chubby hands, but fortunately that crisis was avoided.
Not surprisingly, it was ME that had a meltdown when three times the photographer felt it necessary to offer to take my picture alone "since I didn't have a family". Oh really, you didn't see my dashing, perfect husband and five small look-a-like, cherubic children in tow? Weird....neither did I! Thanks lady - no really, thank you for pointing out the obvious. After the third mention of, "I've taken pictures of the other families in this spot - do you want a picture of you alone here?", I couldn't decide if I was going to inflict a violent crime on her, or cry, so I simply shook my head 'no' and walked away.
It was a near melt down. Thank you to those individuals who, due to either insensitivity or naivety, say things that cause each of us to practice our ability to cope. :)
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