Learning To Wait

This has been a lot of photos of my boy lately, but right now, he's pretty much the most interesting and spontaneous model I know.

Isaiah was waiting for his ice cream from mommy when I snapped this photo. I've been working on my off-camera strobe photography, and let me tell you, it's so hard when you're working with line-of-sight infrared and a little boy. For this photo, the flash was triggered remotely while laying on the table.

Isaiah's posture in this photo is very similar to how I feel right now. I am waiting. Or, at least, trying to learn how to start the beginning of a process that results in me waiting. That's what it feels like to me. When I'm forced to wait, I tend to sulk and feel sorry for myself. I start to whine and my bottom lip juts out like I'm about to complain. It's a hard place to live because all I can really think about is myself and what I want. I shut down, and stop listening to encouragement and all I hear is negative. But, I know, and still learning, that if I'm patient (and ask nicely), then the bowl of ice cream is closer than I think.