They grow up so fast, it's a blur really.
Before you know it, you are sitting in an elementary school gymnasium watching the last children's holiday show of your parenting career. There, on the right, is my little one in her sparkly velvet dress, a red santa cap on her head and a wreath of silver garland around her neck. I am pretty sure the boy on her left is her new crush.
I am in the audience with the other clueless members of the momarazzi, flashing our teeny tiny cameras from the balcony - or worse, trying to capture the moment on our cell phones. We know our flashes cannot reach the stage from back here, but somehow, between childbirth and middle school, there never seemed to be any time for photography class.
There is not a single chapter in any of the "What to Expect" books on photographing children in badly lit interior stage scenes. Which is like 9/10ths of the job of being an elementary school parent.