There is a funny principle in this world: Perspective. The ability to see things from a particular angle. It’s intriguing, limiting, and yet, with it, we can show our unique outlook on the world.
But what do you suppose my little girl sees? “Mommy, can I taka picture of you on your phone?” they point the phone at me and smile with so much love at the image they see. I smile, say “cheese”, she says… I look at the photo she snapped, but my mind is 100% on the little girl behind the phone, and my heart is melted into a puddle.
As an artist, I’ve studied all the guidelines on perspective and composition, and, lets just say, this photo doesn’t capture them (or me!) in the best light.
The angle at which this little lady sees me is by far my worst. I mean really, how many wedding photographers photograph the bride from 3 feet off the ground while she smiles down at the camera? None. Absolutely none.
…But my little girl doesn’t care. She sees me.
She sees me in ways I have never seen myself. In ways filled with love and without any filters.
She seems to find beauty in nearly everything. Tiny seashells, leaves, lights, messy finger paintings, faces covered with spaghetti sauce… the world is entirely fresh and beautiful to her little mind. Her perspective on life is felt, rather than seen. She feels joy, peace, and love and these are the things that are truly beautiful.
While I may not like the angle of the photograph, the love I can see in my own eyes is somehow foreign to me: reserved just for her.
Will I delete the photo? Probably. …But not without reminding myself that love covers all and that these sweet little hearts are worthy of cherishing and enabling. And not without reminding myself that creating “beauty” with my hands is of no worth if love is not felt in my heart. Perspective is valuable and fragile; it can tip one way or another and become quickly unbalanced. But finding sweetness and seeing the value in life – even the un-lovely and difficult, is precious.
Thank you for the lesson sweet girl.