See and appreciate the significance in the mundane, in the everyday, in the fleeting. The big moments are important, but some of the best moments are the in-between ones.”– Karen Jacot Photography
I have to admit I was a little nervous to have Karen come to our house and photograph our before 8am morning routine. My daughter Charlotte is almost three and at the age where anything she doesn’t want to do is met with a resounding, “NO!” Everything seems to be a struggle these days, from sitting on the potty in the morning to brushing teeth and changing out of pajamas. She has very specific ideas of what she wants to eat in the morning and if I make her something she doesn’t want, she pushes it away and refuses to eat. My husband’s take on the whole idea was that he hoped Karen liked to photograph train wrecks.
Suffice it to say, the Sunday morning Karen arrived before 8am, she must have brought a little magic in the door with her…
Sunday is my only day off and the only time I don’t have to wake up early because of flying as a flight attendant or teaching as a fitness instructor. Charlotte wasn’t awake yet, so I had time to make coffee and drink it hot!
When my daughter is particularly good, my husband and I refer to her as “angel baby.” This morning, the sweet angel actually slept in to the point where we had to gently wake her up. They look so sweet when they sleep, don’t they?
Sunday’s are pancake day for us. I know they don’t take very long to make, but somehow the extra effort of mixing, flipping, and syrup make them too much of a hassle for me to make on the daily. My mom will make pancakes for my daughter every morning when she comes in town, so Charlotte is constantly asking to make them. I also have to remind her every time that the griddle is hot and not to touch.
I’m the cleaner of the house because my husband is generally the chef, so after breakfast he entertained Charlotte while I did the dishes. Sunday’s are also the one day we try not to turn on the television at all until the afternoon, so we read or play games in the morning instead.
Since I don’t teach any classes on Sunday, I like to get my yoga stretching in at my house. Charlotte has recently taken an interest in my practice and uses it as an open invitation to climb on me like I’m a jungle gym. If you’ve never tried crow pose with a child on your back, you are missing out on an experience.
My kind of exercise on a Sunday! There had been a light dusting of snow that morning so a few extra layers were required. Having a dog and a child always motivates me to get outside and take advantage of the day beyond our walls, even if it requires a little extra work.
We moved houses about two years ago, when Charlotte was little and there are times when I miss our old place and neighborhood. We had a park we could walk to at the dead end of our street and it would have been perfect for Charlotte. Sometimes I miss that house, but seeing the photographs that Karen took of our family remind me that a house is just four walls that contain all the love that resides inside. I hope Charlotte looks back at these pictures someday and is reminded of the place where she learned how to read and ride a bike. We may not live at this address forever, but we will always have these ordinary moments that made up an extraordinary life.