When I saw this week’s prompt for the Gallery, I thought awwwwwwwwww … ain’t that loverly … a family story.
I racked my brains and my archives to find a photograph fitting. I wanted to pull out that perfect family photo. And, then I realised I was maybe searching a little too high and thinking a little too low.
Because families aren’t perfect, are they?
Families are big and they’re small and they come in all different shapes and colours. They fight and blame and and tease and forgive and love and hug and grow and learn. They make us feel wanted, enriched and always to do and be and feel better. And, it’s amazing how they can make us laugh, feel all warm and cosy and then roll our eyes up in the back of our heads … all in the same minute.
Sometimes, you maybe, possibly manage to take a photo that captures all of that … one that tells the story of your own family … be it the good, the bad or the ugly … like I did just the other day.
I planned for the my boys and I to be up and at ‘em early Saturday morning to spend a day at our local beach. Or, at least half a day. Maybe even a quarter. Alas, my plans were foiled by cries of … “but, Mum we have to be up so early for school” and “do we have to” and “we just want to wee-wax” or something like that.
At first I was all “no … we are going” and “it’s a gorgeous day” and “you’d rather do what” before I finished with the dreaded “well, when I was a kid …” after which I quietly slunk out and let them vegetate their minds until I could take it no more.
I switched off their gaming consoles, screens and laptops and demanded they get in the car along with some sunglasses, a towel and a spade. Before arriving at the beach, we stopped at a sandwich shop along the way to purchase a picnic. We were all very excited to be there … maybe one little boy more than the others …
The sound of the seagulls and the waves were comforting and the views were gorgeous as the sun was just starting to set over the Gulf …
We ate our picnic, all the while me telling the youngest son that feeding the seagulls was maybe not a good idea. After finishing up, I let them take off … chasing said seagulls across the sands to some poor holiday makers caught off guard. I think they maybe saw my apologetic shrug of my shoulders and wave, but maybe not as they were fending off some birds at the time.
Before I had caught up to the boys, I had to yell at my oldest one to please not climb on the rocks as his brothers were following him like lemmings … only he had his shoes on and they did not. Ouch.
They then decided to throw catch with the football … only to get splattered with the muddy sand. I did try terribly to keep from laughing as they complained to me, but to no avail. It was kind of funny, if you ask me.
As soon as the sun dipped lower, the pesky no-seeums came out so we nipped over to the playground to see if they were maybe less ferocious there. But, the older two managed to help get their little brother to swing. By himself. Yeah.
Once the teasing began, I knew it was probably time to go, but I told the boys we would but only after we had watched the sun go down. The two older ones groaned … one wanted to get back to his mates’ house and the other was apparently being eaten alive. The little one wanted to walk along a tightrope … and my middle son gave me some lessons on Tebowing …
They were all so cute … chatting and laughing and teasing and joking like families do that I decided I wanted to take a photo of them all together. But, when I suggested it, they refused and ran in three different directions. Until I told them we would leave as soon as I had said photo …we were all being eaten alive by the pesky critters at this point … and so this is what I got … note the loving hold that the two oldest brothers have on my youngest … bless ‘em.