You Should See Me Play Baseball.
Assignment 2: Beauty - "Is this some sort of trap? surely beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but can you show it to us in an image? I'm really hoping this is the assignment that stretches peoples creativity this week, be outlandish in your interpretation. tag with cwd292"
For those of you that don't already know, this is my daughter, Emilie.
This one? This post is about beauty. I thought this shot was the most indicative of the assignment this week, and most atypical of what you normally see of my little girl. What you normally see of her are things like this and this. Just a real girl with an athletic streak and a flare for the dramatic. : )
A post from Susan this week and her awesome earlier session with three little ones got me thinking about beauty and children and how we classify and quantify and revere and admonish it. She was right in that post.
What you see in this post here is Terrie putting on a smidge of lip gloss and a tiny amount of foundation and curling her hair and then letting her natural beauty shine through. No caked on makeup. No china doll looks. No extravagant post processing. Her Mom and I let her do this pageant stuff because she wants to and it makes her happy. That's it. Period. End of story.
(Aside: A caveat to this is that I will say that the nice thing is that if you get a good pageant program like Em is in, self confidence, caring and public service come along for the ride too. All good things, but not mutually exclusive to pageants.)
The minute she says she's done, she's done. I've told my wife that from the beginning and I've stayed firm on it. I love her. I'll let her sparkle it up a bit and be a girl (Like I could stop her from anything, let alone being that. LOL), but I am not, for any reason or rationalization exploiting or making Em older or different than she is. I'm not living vicariously through Em, nor is my wife. I can't stand for that. I won't.
I won't apologize for the fact that she's one of the most photogenic little girls I have ever met (next to another Em that I know) and she's the biggest ham and quasi drama queen I know too. It's just her. I just try to keep her between the lines, keep her grounded, keep her respectful, and just freaking hold on as she rockets as far and as fast as she possibly can.
Did I mention how glad I am that she's got her Mom's looks? heh.