I love my daughter. As in desperately, heartachingly love her. I also think she is the most beautiful child God ever breathed breath into. I don’t say things like that very often. Not the love part, but the beautiful part. Mostly because I think my pride will jinx her somehow and she’ll end up in some kind of disfiguring accident. What can I say? I’m warped.
Anyway… back to the point. I LOVE her. I think she is beautiful. I think she is extremely photogenic. Also? I have her permission to write this post. You’ll see why in a second.
A few months ago Jodi sent me a text about Taylor’s school photo. She said it was the absolute worst school photo she had ever seen. I replied that Cady’s was worse.
Jodi: Not possible. This is the most awkward school photo ever.
Jennifer: It can’t be because Cady’s was.
Jodi: Beat that.
Jennifer: No problem. Cady’s is way worse.
Jodi: No way.
Jennifer: I can prove it. I’ll send it to you when I get home.
I knew hands down that I had her beat. Looking back I should have bet her something. I’m not a gambler. I was just that sure I would win.
Jodi: You win. It is no competition.
This is the single worst photo Cady has ever taken, and it is most likely the worst photo she will ever take in her entire life.
But it’s really no problem. She can always do retakes. Right? Wrong! When it came time for photo retakes I asked her to take these photos back to school and take new ones.
Cady: “Why would I want to do that? I LOVE that photo. I think it is the best photo ever.”
Of course that day when she went to school she actually DID take retakes.
Cady: “I did picture retakes today.”
Me: “WHAT?! Why didn’t you let me send the photos back? I could have purchased a new one.”
Cady: “Oh no. I don’t want a new one. I love that photo. I think it is the best photo ever. I just didn’t want it to be in the yearbook.”
Y’all, she is totally standing by these photos. She absolutely refuses to admit that there is anything wrong with it. That is the exact reason I’m writing this post. Because I want it on record that I begged her to not go to school with her hair like this. BEGGED. As in PLEADED.
So how did this happen? Well, my girl loves her some curly hair. I don’t blame her. I love curly hair too. The night before she asked me to curl her hair. We had used pin curls in her hair before, and they worked great. I didn’t think it would be a problem.
The next morning I took her hair down and started styling it for her. She freaked!
Cady: “MOM! You are messing it up! Don’t pull all of the curls out!”
Me: “Cady, you need to separate them. Just let me style it for you baby. I promise the curls will stay.”
Cady: “No! Just leave it alone!”
Those of you that have had a seven year old daughter will understand why I put down the comb and backed away. Before we left the house I made her promise she will not blame me in years to come when she looks back on this photo.
So years from now when she does question why I let her wear her hair this way, because we all know she will, I’m going to point back to this post and remind her that it was all her idea.
Have you ever taken an awkward school photo? I did in Kindergarten. My tongue was sticking out. I have no idea why the photographer didn’t catch it. What about your one of your children? Share them on my Facebook page so we can all laugh? commiserate? together.