One moment portrait

Copyright @mariekleber37

I love taking photos when people don’t see me doing so. Cause when you ask somebody for a photo, immediately something is happening on her/his head and the authenticuty is fading. He or she will start acting weirdly, as if afraid of what’s coming next.

Most of the time, you hear “oh no I hate photos” or “I am not photogenic”, even worse “I am horrible” which are sad excuses! A photo is not about looking good but about taking the inside outside, it’s a question of essence, of who a person is and how to translate it in image.

So I love playing with my camera, I love trying things, watching through the lens and see how I can catch what I feel is right, what I feel the person should see about her/him.

Sometimes it’s working, sometimes not. But at least I am having fun and the person can stop pretending to be someone he or she is not!

One Sweet Moment

Credit Photo @mariekleber37

It’s funny how, with some photos, you are back to the moment you took them, back to this place where you decided that the scene was so delicate it has to be kept. There were so funny together, best friends forever. It’s what they were saying to each other. And in kids langage it’s the best promise you can make!

Gone the cries and the tears, the messy parts of days, gone the fights for the best place at the table or the chosen coloring book. Gone the noise that make us want to leave the place, the space and find somewhere a bit of silence and rest.

It was just a moment and it’s that sweet moment that I wanted to celebrate!

Being the mum of a preteen

When kids are small we wish for them to grow, so we could breath a bit between chores, games and responsabilities. And then one day they are old enough to tell you that they don’t want any more cuddles, or nicknames in front of their friends. Old enough to walk alone to school and to spend days without asking for you.

You realize that your child is not a small kid anymore, even if he is only 9 years old. At his age – do you remember? – maybe you were the same. Maybe you wanted to be independant and break free, maybe you were only thinking about being with your friends…

Anyway, when you look at photos, something is telling you that many things will never be the same again. It feels good and yet a bit of nostalgia is taking over and you try as much as you can to deal with it, at your own pace.

You know for sure that your child is not your child, Khalil Gibran penned it so well, you can relate to it when you feel lost. He’s a child of the world and so your mission is to let him find his place and fly with strong wings as far as he’d like to go. When you see many struggling to have kids, many in pain with loss and grief, with empty nest and so much love to share, you start looking at what you hold in your hands, a wish, a life and you feel grateful to be able to be the first witness of growth – even if it’s tough at times! !!

How did you handle preteen years? Did you find it easy to let go?