My life has become unmanageable. At least my life after, say, 8pm.
I have this thing where I go in to check on my girls — Peony, 19 months, and Petunia, 4 — after they’ve fallen asleep and I find myself taking pictures of them compulsively. I forget about whatever else I was doing before I went into their room, such as spending time with my husband or eating dinner or needing to go to the bathroom. I have total disregard for the darkness in the girls’ room and their sound-asleep bliss. When I see them sleeping, I have an uncontrollable need to capture photographic proof of their REM.
It’s about wanting to preserve their blessed innocence for as long as possible. It’s about how you suffered through a day full of tears, tantrums and tickles and now you can just watch them in peace. It’s about wanting to always remember those pajamas that they’ll outgrow in a matter of days. It’s about seeing with your own two eyes what it literally means for someone to sleep tight.
It’s a child-related addiction and a very real sickness, yes, but can you really blame me for photographing my darling Petunia and my sweet little Peony so very, very often when they’re sleeping?
I’ll make amends later. For now, just take a look at the reason behind my illness and then tell me if you think I need to check myself in somewhere to detox:
Photo credits: Meredith Carroll
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