She walked through my front door and right into my kitchen and slapped a few photos of my cute nieces and nephews on the side of my fridge. “Oh?..Well…um.. Thank you.” I said. I’m not quite sure where she even found magnets. I never have anything on the side of my fridge except maybe a calendar. I didn’t ask for them but I get them. It’s my duty as an aunt, sister, daughter-in-law..whatever. I gently took them off the side of the fridge to look at them and confirmed that they were the standard predictable, dull school photos. [thinking ] “Wow? Not much has changed with the old school photo except they are getting craz-eee and mixing it up with some funky background choices? Why does she look constipated? What the hell is he doing with his mouth…he looks like he is getting ready to brush his front teeth. What the heck? Is he staring at the photographers forehead? Where is he looking? Seriously? This company robbed my sister-in-law. These photos are not good and they are adorable children! ” [My plan] I’ll put them right here on the counter and then put them in the photo basket later. That’s where school photos go. They nose dive into a basket…never to be touched again. It’s the basket of “I feel guilty if I throw it away but I don’t really want it.” I’m pretty sure every home has one. If it’s not a basket at your house it’s probably a drawer or closet or something?
Apparently, my mother-in-law has a passion for school photos. Who knew? Personally, I find them horrible. There was a moment in time when school photos were in many instances the only way to document a child’s age and awkward physical appearances but those days are no longer. If a school photo is the best picture you have of your child….there is a problem. I don’t know about other mom’s but I take pictures with my camera and my cell phone. I have so many pictures on my computer that I have organized them by months…not years. You see..we live in a digital world now and if you take a bad picture. Well? There is good news!!!! You can delete it and take another. Brilliant! I have approximately 568ish photos of each child at every developmental stage in their life. So? When I get the little package in the fall that the school photographer will be here on Thursday….I don’t do a thing and I feel damn good about it! In fact, I get a sense of euphoria and I feel like Supermom! “You can’t trick me into those horrific photos…I can’t be fooled…I’m..da da da daaaaa…SUPERMOM..the smartest mother in the world.” I fell for the scam a few times. I bought the smallest package possible. (1) 8×10, (2) 5×7’s and 12 wallets. I wrote a check for 36 dollars per child and when I got them…I thought they were awful… just as I imagined they would be. I forced each grandparent to take the 5×7’s and threw all the rest into my basket. I mentally beat myself up for a week on why I wasted my money on those pictures? I was so mad at myself. Geez, I knew that would be the end result yet I bought them anyway? It’s the same feeling I would get as a kid after I put my quarter into a bubble gum machine. You know the machine. The one with the giant gum balls… and just before I would open that little silver door I would say a little prayer in my head “please be a color…hopefully it’s red…but I’ll take any color”…then you lift the door and…. it’s white. Of course it’s white. It’s always white. Great? That was my last quarter. I guess I’ll chew this big ass piece of nasty white gum. I want my quarter back. [sigh]
So anyway, my mother in-law found the school photos on the counter and put them back on the refrigerator. What the hell? Alright. That was bold. Fine. I left them there. For 2 long weeks I left them on the side of the fridge. Believe me..I noticed because I don’t like clutter at all. They were not my kids or my clutter and it bothered me. Then…I couldn’t take it anymore and I put them in their new home …the photo basket. Ahhhhh…a clean fridge again.
All was fine and dandy until my mother-in-law came back for the next visit. We were chit chatting about nothing really and then she glanced over my shoulder at the side of my fridge. Complete disappointment all over her face. “What?” I inquired. “Where are the school pictures that I put on your fridge?” she asked in a joking way. “Hey? I left them there for 2 weeks but I had to take them down. Don’t worry. I have them. They are in my photo basket.” She rolled her eyes. Then I felt the need to explain. “Look! My kids aren’t even on my fridge. Settle down.” then she retaliated with “Speaking of your kids…I never get their school pictures???” The answer I gave her took a solid 10 years off her life..instantly. “I don’t buy school pictures.” Dead silence followed by a gasp and a long drawn out “Whaaaaaaat?” Her reaction made me giggle a little. It was as if I robbed her of a grandparent right. “I’m sorry. I don’t buy them. They are expensive. Nobody wants them…not even me…and they are usually horrible. It’s a triple wammy!” I smiled like I just revealed a secret. She shook her head in disbelief. Then she got herself together and sat down. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with me but in my head “I’m…da..da…da.daaaa…Supermom! I have defied all laws of motherhood and beat the system”. She gathered her thoughts and all that came out of her mouth was “You? You…you are un-American.[Hey? Wait a minute. Un-american? I love this country] Every mother on earth buys school photos. What is the matter with you? [ well? There is a lot wrong with me but this is the one thing I have got figured out] You mean to tell me..you don’t have any school photos of your children?” I answered in a calm voice because I was positive that I’m doing the right thing here. “Nanny. It’s a true fact. I do not buy school photos but..[I lean in close and whisper the last part] every year they send home a proof. It’s a second chance to order the pictures.” “yeah….and?” She says as she rushes me to get to the point of my story. “Well..I have saved all of these proofs and…because I love you [dramatic pause] and I know you have a passion for horrible photos [another dramatic pause].. you may have them if you wish.” [giggling in my head] Now she is confused and a little excited that she might actually get some school photos. “What? Huh? Are you offering me school pictures?” “Well….yes? Well? Sort of” I answer “.The ones I have kind of say PROOF across the picture.” The face she made after I said this made me laugh. It was a pissed off, sad, disbelief face. “That’s freaking great. I will carry around photos of my grandchildren that say PROOF across their face.” I giggle as I answer. “You can. Or? You can pick some from my digital collection? But I personally think the proofs make a better story. It’s all about the proofs, ya know?” She walked away dreaming about the school photos that she wished she had and I walked away with a smile. I’m not spending my money on any more white gumballs damn it!
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