I attended a photography seminar years ago led by one of National Geographic‘s top photographers. “Wow.” I thought. “Now here’s a guy living the dream.” He opened by mentioning that when most adults were asked what they thought the most fun job would be, National Geographic photographer topped the list.
Then he went into how it is the greatest job he ever could have asked for, but fun? Eh. Debatable. He went into detail about the vaccines required to visit other countries, he talked of malaria, death, drought and war. He talked about the hours spent on cramped planes, weeks spent away from his family and days holed up in tents, all alone, just waiting for that one shot.
I never thought about that part.
I love photography, but y’all, it is A LOT of work when you begin doing it for other people.
I love being a mom, but y’all, it is A LOT of work, period. And just like there are rewards that come along with being a photographer, for families or National Geographic, there are parts that (dare I say it) stink.
The crappy parts won’t last forever, and the end result, which is either a perfect photograph or a decent human being that you send out into the world makes all the hard work worth it, eventually. Until then, here’s a few parts of parenting that are the photographers equivalent of being alone in a tent, receiving a battery of vaccines or dealing with bugs the size of a dinner plate.
What’s your least favorite part of parenting?