Kristin Shriver | Your Time is Now

Your Time is Now

November 13, 2017  •  Leave a Comment

FamilyFamily You get up in the morning, turn on the coffee pot, wake the kids, get them all ready for school, get them off to school, head to work, pick up kids from school, do homework, make dinner, run the kids through the shower and shoo them off to bed. Come the weekend, there are sports and parks, maybe a birthday party to attend. And you're exhausted.


During holidays and events, you are double timing. You manage to grab the camera and take pictures of grandma and grandpa, your spouse, your kids, and the family pets. But there is one person missing. You.


You might argue that you're not photogenic. You might say when you loose a few extra pounds you'll let someone take your picture. You might even go so far as to say that there is no one else capable of managing your camera. Whatever the excuse, just stop.


Let me tell you a story.


I was that way, long before I found out that I was sick. Some days I'm still that way. I hated my picture taken, and some days I still do. I started my photography trek when I was going through treatment. I told my doctor and a support group at the time about it. They all were very encouraging that I was able to find something that could distract me from the pain I was going through. My daughter had become my super model. I put tons of pictures in an album and showed it off a few times. As time passed on, I went into remission and I continued on my trek. It wasn't even two years and I was going through another round of treatment. The pain was worse this time and spent almost two year in treatment before I went into remission. I went through a few surgeries that left several scars both inside and out. I stopped looking in the mirror, at the reflection that stared back at me. I felt far from pretty. I took pictures of pretty things, gorgeous places, and a beautiful daughter. My daughter asked me a few years back why there wasn't any pictures of me, or us for that matter. She didn't care what I looked like or what I had gone through. She wasn't fazed by the scars she could see or fear the ones she couldn't see. The pictures I took showed her growing up. They didn't show that I was there. I gave her no pictures of us. I sat down and cried that night and I made some big changes. The next weekend, I took her annual school pictures at the park. I grabbed my remote and jumped in a few pictures. The smile on her face was genuine and so was mine. The pictures were not perfect, some slightly blurry as the focus wasn’t tack sharp. Some were way off to the side of the frame. But she pick a picture that had both of us in it and wanted to hang it in her room. I made three copies of it. One for her, one to place in my bedroom, and the other I placed in my locker were I worked. Every time I looked at it, it made me happy. Happy to see her smile and laugh, and happy that I can show that I was there. Since then, we have taken selfies for no other reason then to just make funny faces at each other.


The point is, you are beautiful now. Don't wait for the pounds to drop off, or to get the next hair cut, or after the last round of treatment. Don't say you don't have the money for a portrait photographer. Grab a friend, a spouse, or even your three year old and ask them to take a picture of you. It may not be prefect but you are prefect now. And you are prefect and beautiful to your family and friends. Let your children have pictures of you and with you. Let your spouse have one to hang in their locker or place on their desk. And hang one up for yourself. Your time is now.


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