So I’ve been thinking about the whole “no camera needed” thing for taking pictures. I think I have some arguable points that a camera is clearly needed for pictures. At least most pictures. I trust Momma enough though to know she wouldn’t purposely try to confuse me with nonsense. So I tried all week to take pictures with my mind.
I stared at my cars. I stared at my trains. I tried blinking. I tried staring, blinking, and then blinking really fast. I tried jumping while blinking while staring. This made Lyla laugh a lot. It also made Momma nervous. I’m pretty sure she was taking a picture with HER mind of MY attempts and filing it somewhere under questionable. One time she asked me if I was feeling okay. Honestly, I wasn’t! I was confused, frustrated and little worried about HER!
I decided a good night of sleep might help if Lyla would allow it. (*Sidenote: Lyla is the worst sleeper in the world…that whole “sleeps like a baby” phrase…well, from where I sit very tired, baby Lyla doesn’t sleep.) That night I did actually fall asleep early in the comfort of Daddy’s arms. That, by the way, is the best. Ever. Sometime in the early morning hours though, I woke up scared, and ran into Momma and Daddy’s room. I walked over to Daddy’s side of the bed, just like I always do, and searched for the comfort of his arms.
Only Daddy wasn’t there. Instead, some woman sat up and said, “Hey sweetie, want to come in bed?” I did the only thing I could- I fled. Where was Daddy? Who was that woman in his spot? What was happening?!!! I threw myself on the hallway floor and began weeping. Then those arms picked me up and hugged me. Aaaahhh- Daddy WAS here. “What happened mister? What’s wrong?”, he asked. I looked past him after calming down and noticed Momma sitting on the bed searching my face for an answer.
Oh. I get it. Momma was the woman. I was just confused because I had taken a picture with my brain of where Daddy sleeps and where Momma sleeps, and they had switched places. Without telling my brain. Okay- it was possible. You can take a picture without a camera. Got it.
In the morning, when the sun was waking up, I crawled out of bed and found Momma and Lyla sitting in the other room. Momma was rocking Lyla and doing that singing thing with no words. Lyla was sleeping. I just watched. Momma looked at me and smiled. And I smiled right back. It was the happiest picture I’d ever seen. So I took that picture. I didn’t use a camera, but I don’t think I used my mind either. I used my heart.