I’m taking on Becky Higgin’s challenge to take one picture each day. She says that we take a zillion pictures of the egg hunt or the Halloween parade and forget to document the everydayness. This is true for me. So today carried my camera in my purse and wondered which part of the everydayness to photograph. When I picked up my girls from school, they were busy playing Four Square. It’s their favorite. I got out of the car to take a picture.
“Wanna play?” they asked. I didn’t expect an invitation–just to be the detached observer. I looked at my watch. Normally we have piano lessons at 3:40 and 4:10, but today was performance class. I sorted through planner pages in my mind. I guess we had a few minutes. “Well, okay,” I said. The girls squealed. Seriously. I could have moved a mountain and not gotten the same response. They immediately started talking at once, trying to explain to me the intricate rules of the game. Finally, they agreed it was best just to let me try it. I got “out” a few times and once I accidentally made a killer move when the ball bounced off of my knee. They were impressed. But I suspected the most impressive thing I had done was get out of the car.
I’m re-reading Mitten Strings for God right now. Katrina Kennison points out how absurd it is that we claim not to have time for, say, Four-Square, while we manage to find plenty of time for swim team, three music lessons, dance class and indoor soccer.
I’ve been driving past Four Square for maybe five years. Today was the first time I played. Sometimes I feel like I’m parenting from arm’s length. Carrying my camera around is not a bad idea.