Whenever I cover an event and I see parents with their children I smile. Even when they are cutting up or bawling away I see my past as a mother, my present as a Nana, and the future of humanity in their little faces. I see the joy and exuberance that we as adults have lost or pushed away because we are no longer “supposed” to act that way. You can’t help but smile when you see a little one experiencing a new taste, or dancing as best they can to music, learning to walk, or conquering their fear of getting on a slide.
Sometimes I just smile at the parents before taking the photo of their child, or I ask if it is alright to do so, and sometimes when I sense it is acceptable with the parents, I will interact with the little one as with the little boy here. I embarrassed the poor child by telling him how much I loved his eyes and curly hair – he is so going to be a heart breaker one day.
Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3