I've become addicted to my lens...for various reasons...the most important being that my lens enables me...almost with a will of its own...to just stop everything and zoom on in to the wonderfully important stuff going on....all the while ignoring the utter chaos that surrounds it!
For example, my lens forces me to focus on my son doing this incredible job of painting his wooden airplane. I absolutely adore his color choices...and the details he chooses to incorporate...and the things he doesn't think are so important...that the girls do...like the fact that the propeller does not match the rest of the plane! His sisters thought this minor detail was outright calamity, but he had his very pertinent and well conceived opinion for why he chose to do it this way.
And then later, the girls became engrossed in their own painting endeavors....with just as much artistic opinionatedness (word?) as their brother possesses! Like, for instance, this particular farmhouse has stained glass windows just like a church does. She was repeatedly told by her siblings that farmhouses didn't have windows like churches...but the stained glass windows of this particular farmhouse prevailed!
And this is why I'm so lovin' the lens! I'm able to focus in on all this exquisite domesticity going on....
As opposed to this horror of disastrous domesticity behind the scene.
You see, if I were to back up and let the lens fall on what surrounds the creative diligence of my children, you would see something like this....
and this...
...which has the distinct tendency to morph any heroic intentions I might harbor for all of two seconds into something more like crawling under my bankie, sucking my thumb in a fetal position, and making small whimpering noises! So if you've had any distorted or misguided assumptions that The Romantic Mom possesses nothing but utter orderliness and perfectionist tendencies, these photos can forever put those fallacies to death!
I suppose I've succumbed more or less to a type of bohemian romantic with children...and have simply put my zealously ardent 'Martha Stewart' obsessions to sometime in my extremely far-off and distant future life. Just don't anybody tattle on me, please, I beg you! And for all you bohemian romantics with kids - go get a lens!