Let’s start with the After.
Afraid I was going to be late because I had to take Claire to school, I promised Caeden that even if he didn’t see me there at the start of the race, I’d be there for every moment I could.
And because I didn’t want to be late, I jumped the fence to the school in a skirt so I wouldn’t have to walk around the parking lot and weave through all the parents that were there on time.
Rules don’t apply to me sometimes. It’s best you know that about me now.
And because I knew I would be late, I didn’t want to run with my zoom lens (super heavy) so I thought I would be super smart by packing my lightest lens (16-35 mm). It’s wide angle so I thought it would deliver a “fun” feel.
That only works if you can get your son to come close. Or look at you. Or .. if you can spot him in a sea of white children.
Tommy (who just so happens to be Asian) pointed out to me that all white children look alike … and today I would tend to agree.
I got a couple of shots. Here we go …
He ran 14 laps like a rock star. Cheeks red, sweaty neck. Could eat him up. Way to go Cade!
Cade! Caaaaaaade! Over here! Look at your MOM!
No eye contact.
But as soon as he sees Tommy and Staci he is all smiles and waving at them.
Another lap. Another diss. No manners, this child.
(Blaming him at this point and not the fact that if I had brought my zoom lens I could have shot him from 10 miles away… Ahem.)
So, anyway. Caeden did wonderful and all the kids were adorable as they ran to raise money for their school.
Way to go guys!
And now the Before …
This time last year Wayne limped to the field and kept an eye on Bear so I could shoot Caeden. With the correct lens, mind you.
I remember it was the first time he met Tommy and Staci and he wasn’t able to get up to shake hands. I was so proud of him for making the walk to the field to cheer Caeden on, but hated that everyone was running around and he was so immobile. I remember looking over at him many times and feeling beyond sad that he was the only one unable to stand and cheer. But you better believe he was Caeden’s biggest cheerleader. Especially in the car that night. Talked him up so much that Caeden was convinced he had broken a world record.
I hate talking about this. Why do I do this?
This is what bringing the correct lens gains you.
Look how sneaky I am. Caeden couldn’t probably even SEE me and was probably smiling at some girl (Like today! He has a girlfriend! I am sure of it! But I can’t post pictures of other kids so you’ll have to trust me. But, I’ll tell you this: I think he has a thing for brunettes.)
Another school event in which I stood alone.
But hoping I wasn’t the only pair of eyes watching Cade.
… I’m sure Wayne had a much better view this year than last. Right?
(thanks for the picture, T.)