A twelve year old boy is a beautiful thing

He's sitting next to me on the couch. We're looking at photos together on my computer.

"There aren't many photos of me", he says.

And I realize he's right.

The girls are often attracting my camera's attention. The way their earrings highlight their eyes; their locks, one long, one curly; their outfits even, colorful, thought-out and expressive of their personality.

But the boy has an ever shrinking rotation of clothes, that always seem to need a wash. And his hair, thick and gorgeous, is never styled in any "oh mommy, take a picture of this" type fashion. 

He's the boy in between, and he's been showing up in less of my spontaneous portrait sessions of the last six months or so.

So, we remedied the situation. Into the woods we went to find a suitable spot, and we managed to get about hundred or so shots before the bugs drove us indoors again.

He was absolutely willing, eager even, to have my camera lens focused on him. My kids like it when I take photos of them. And they like to scroll through my blog looking for pictures of themselves. (smile) They've never complained or not complied with my photographic requests.

Even so, I'm not the best portrait shot. I have no bag of tricks to illicit the best smiles and casual poses. I rely instead on taking many photos so I can later sift through and find the best ones.

And the best to me are not necessarily the photographically best. Like the one that truly captures how he looks, but is not perfectly crisp.

But that doesn't matter. It's not about perfection. It's about remembering Laurent the summer he's twelve, happily (and really he is a happy guy) rooted in childhood.

Dirty clothes, dirty feet and dirty fingernails. Mussed hair, toothy grin, and a sprinkle of freckles across the nose.

A twelve year old boy is a beautiful thing.

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  • Heather

    Heather on July 26, 2013, 7:28 p.m.

    I don't know what you're talking about, not being the best portrait shot, these are fabulous!  I'm jealous that your kids let you take so many photos of them.  I have to either act super fast (for him) or promise not to get a face shot (her).  So I rarely get one that we're all happy with (but I keep trying, Mama will not be deterred!)  What a wonderful open and confident face Laurent has in these shots.  Kudos to you!



  • Holly Malinowski

    Holly Malinowski on July 27, 2013, 11:48 a.m.

    Oh my God he is a beautiful guy,and I am shocked at how much he looks like you,he is a spitting image of mom!!!How awesome!!!!


  • Cindy

    Cindy on July 28, 2013, 12:16 a.m.

    Great post, Renee!  Laurent is growing up so fast!  He looks so sweet!  It makes me miss my boys when they were twelve and now for that matter!!  


  • renee baude

    renee baude on July 28, 2013, 12:09 p.m.

    My oldest will be 12 in August . . . and since he is the oldest I have tons of early on picutres but not as many now . . . he is always on the move.  

    My girls call my son the hobitt too!  Especially on the beach when his feet are covered in sand . . . I'm just wondering now if that isn't part of the appeal of the book to younger boys--the dirt factor!   

    Be Blessed.


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