Living Arrows is a weekly photo project hosted by the lovely Hayley at Shutterflies. It takes its name from the passage by Kahlil Gibran, ‘You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.’
I love the imagery. My children, created by me and yet independent from me, masters of their own lives.
I’ve been aware of the project since before the boys’ birth but decided to wait until January ’15 to begin contributing. I’m looking forward to having a collection that records the little things, the small details of childhood.
You are nine weeks old. You have one mother who is extraordinarily competent and never, ever stops smiling when she’s in your presence, which is virtually every minute of your lives, and then you have… me.
But we muddle along. And we maintain good cheer even on ambitious treks through the countryside, when we discover that the pram tyre is flat. Somehow I manage not to drop you. You are kind enough not to cry. We take photographs in which it appears that nothing is wrong, except that our lips and fingertips have a faint blue tinge that is a nightmare to try to edit out. We could zip you up in our coats, except that I forgot mine. Later I remember that the house keys were still in my coat pocket.
When we eventually make it through the front door, we warm you up on our chests, tucked under your blankets. You fall asleep, lulled by the sounds of our beating hearts.
I hope that you always forgive my parenting failures. I hope that they are never worse than almost dropping you, and locking us out of the house.