I Don’t ScrapbookI’m lucky if I even get a good dozen pictures taken in a six month period of time. It wasn’t always like that. When I was newly branded ‘mom’ I took tons of pictures. Of course I had watched hundreds of episodes of A Baby Story (thanks TLC) of all the perfect mommies who decorated their beds or backdrops of wherever they were going to take a picture of their baby. Mothers decorated their babies with flowers, costume jewelry, exotic cloths, and what have you and then the show would post the brilliant photos. Yep I tried that stuff. My pictures didn’t come out all that great (but my baby looked heavenly anyway!)
I took a whole lot of pictures those first two or three years. I have tons of pictures in photo albums and even more in photo boxes. I mean a lot! And then my second child came. I took pictures early on but not as frequently. It wasn’t that I didn’t think my second child wasn’t as photogenic or whatever. I was just slacking. I still have a load of pictures in albums and I even have a good amount in boxes, but I didn’t have the excessive amount as I’d originated with my first child.And still I had so many loose pictures of my two children; I didn’t know what to do with them all. I decided, “Hey, I can make a scrapbook!” My first child had a good amount of pages in the scrapbook but I felt that my skills just weren’t up to par. I’d seen so many other awesome scrapbooks that were better than mine, more creative, bolder, brighter, better! My second child’s scrapbook…well, I did get maybe 5 or 6 pages in there decorated. By then I realized I don’t scrapbook. Nope…it’s not my thing. I am not interior decorator. I cannot craft books with images. I craft books with words, characters, plots…but not photos.
And then came along my third child. She was a beauty I tell you what. If there was a camera around it screamed to capture her image. Did I grab the scrapbook and try again? Heck no! I told you…I don’t scrapbook! I did take pictures…how could I not?
I felt bad for a long time though that my ability to pull together brilliant pages of art because I mean, I loved my children so shouldn’t I be able to create scrapbook pages to at least equal the amount of passion and love I had for them? But alas…that talent was not mine to claim. How else was I going to paint a canvas of my children if I couldn’t do it through scrapbooking?
Then I realized that I could paint them brilliantly through words. I began to write poetry. I studied my son and recognized the ‘old eyes’ he held. He was one of those babies who harbored an old soul within him. So I wrote a poem about that. Years later I would understand better why God gifted him with an old soul because he had battles that shouldn’t have been his at too young an age. But I believe because of his old soul, the wisdom and patience he was gifted with, he was able to come out bigger, better, and brighter.I paint my canvases not on white canvases or white pages where pictures and decorative paper is laid in certain ways. I paint with my words. I always have. Why I tried to replace my talent…who knows. I suppose in all of us lies that dormant feeling that we might not be good enough. Fortunately I was able to overcome that hurdle.
Maybe that's a good thing though...I mean, have you seen the load of materials scrapbookers have to maintain? All I need is a paper and a pen and I'm good. :)