When it comes to photographing kids, the pros know you always need a few tricks to get the perfect shot. Make sure you capture some of those epic adventures in style this holiday season with our favorite picture hacks.

1. The Hack: Expect the Unexpected

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Hannah Harding, professional family photographer and family photo expert at Vices & Virtues in Photography, reminds parents out there trying to capture that perfect moment: Appreciate unplanned photos. "Posed photos have their place," Hannah says, "but my heart lies with candid photos."

Yes, of course you want that quintessential image of your kiddos smiling at the camera with something iconic in the background (i.e. the giant ornament display downtown). But don't forget to snap images of the kiddos in their natural environment, at play, when you can. Just before you conduct the scene, take a minute to capture the spontaneous beauty of the holiday magic.

2. The Hack: Disable the flash.

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Skip the whole "how-do-I-use-this-flash??" drama by snapping your pics during the day and preferably outdoors (or near an open window). Pictures that have to be taken with a flash often have a strange, yellow hue—not what you want for your subjects. Unless you're using night mode on the new iPhone, flash images can be tricky for the average photographer. 

When your photo needs extra light (but you know the flash will ruin the pic), grab a friend. Have them turn on their phone’s flashlight as your source of light. They can hold it towards one side of your subject to naturally mimic the sun as you take the shot. 

3. The Hack: Use a car window foil screen to prevent glare.

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Even in the winter months, the sun can ruin a shot. If you're getting nothing but squinty eyes and scrunchy faces courtesy of the sun's glare (see photo below), try this. Hold a car window foil screen outside the shot; the screen makes a great reflector that’s perfect for redirecting light in outdoor shots. 

4. The hack: Use natural surroundings to your advantage (and to block the sun).

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You've probably heard a million times to stand with your back to the sun to keep your subject from appearing too dark in a photo, but if you are strategic about what blocks the sun, you can get an enchanting outdoor photo. 

5. The Hack: Use a coffee sleeve as a lens hood.

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Another secret weapon to cut down on glare? Save those java sleeves for your next photo session. You can use them when the sun causes glare on your camera lens, ruining your snapshot.

6. The Hack: Stick a lovie on top of the camera.

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For little ones who are looking in every direction, except for the direction of the camera, duct tape a small stuffed animal to the top of the camera to encourage them to look in that direction (and — ta-da! — at the camera). Anything with a rattle or bells works well for younger kids too (and sometimes even pets!). 

Hannah Harding also reminds us about making kids comfortable, “If you’re having trouble getting a child to stay still for a shot, use something to distract them. For example, questions like, 'What does that cloud look like?’"

7. The Hack: Get close. And then get closer.

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Those cheeks. Those eyes. That wispy hair. That's the kind of detail that you can't capture by snapping a photo of your kid from a distance. Get close to them (and don't worry about cutting off a tip of their ear or part of their cheek) for a must-frame photo of your little one's adorable face.

Harding says, “Get down to their level. It’s a great way to get a fantastic shot, and it makes them feel less intimidated, rather than an adult towering over them making demands.”

8. The Hack: Use your iPhone headphones as a shutter button.

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Taking a family selfie is no easy feat—unless you're an iPhone user. You can take photos using the volume control on your iPhone headphones (the ones that come in the box). Prop the camera up, pose, and shoot. Those of you with Apple watches are probably already doing this hack right from your wrist!

9. The Hack: Go off-center.

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Every good photo has three points of interest achieved by allowing each third of any image to include one point of interest. Remember, it doesn't have to be perfectly even. Go off-center for a natural pro vibe. 

10. The Hack: Make an insta-tripod with binder clips.

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No matter how well-behaved your mini models are acting, a shaky hand can make the perfect smartphone shot look blurry or crooked. Prevent this phenomenon by attaching two binder clips to the side or back of your mobile phone. If you want in on the photo, use the headphones hack from above.

 

11. The Hack: Tilt heads just so to prevent red eye.

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If red eye constantly ruins your family photos, try this: When using flash, have everyone look slightly above the camera so that their eyes won’t catch the flash head on (assuming you ignored rule #`1 here).

 

12. The Hack: Turn your garage into a photo studio.

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Surprise! Your garage isn't just good for storing sleds and scooters. Garages work well as a DIY photo studio because an open garage door lets in the perfect amount of soft, directional light. Simply hang a sheet as a backdrop beforehand.

13. The Hack: Use Vaseline to create an old school vignette-y look.

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You don't have to be a fancy-pants photographer to give your photos a great vintage feel. The insider's secret is to rub a little Vaseline on the sides of the lens and snap away. If you use a phone for your photos, this hack also works but go sparing with the goo.  

 

14. The Hack: Stagger heads in family pics.

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A straight line of heads in a family photo can look boring and staged. Your crew may get into the perfect pose naturally, but if not, just try to position them so that no head is directly on top of or beside one another.

 

15. The hack: Use the grid to achieve the rule of thirds.

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Every good photo has three points of interest achieved by allowing each third of any image to include one point of interest. Remember, it doesn't have to be perfectly even. If you are using a camera phone, turn the grid option on to help you figure it out. Line up your subject into one-third of the right, left, top or bottom of the grid. 

 

Photo: Amanda Wall

One night at dinner my daughter looked up at me with her big brown eyes and said “Mommy, can you tell me how I was adopted again? You got on an airplane and flew all the way to India and then what happened?”

For adoptive parents, this conversation is all too familiar. I am a Denver mom of four, and much like all moms, I love retelling my adopted daughters about the day we met or my older children about the day they were born. The little details mean the most. My daughter Ari clung to my ponytail, smushed her little face against my cheek and wouldn’t let go. As mothers, those memories are fixated in our brain and we hold tight to them, but kids often forget those details. To preserve those precious moments, Finding Family in a Far-Away Land was born.

We adopted siblings, Priya and Ari from India when they were almost 5 and 3.5 respectively. Our older children, Conrad and Alexandra, 7 and 5 at the time also came to India. Adoption meant the completion of our family and we wanted to celebrate that moment in India. As a new family, we settled in and experienced that growth, but the biggest change was clearly for Priya and Ari.

Adults often encounter what we call “culture shock” traveling to an exotic part of the world. Imagine experiencing that nervousness and newness, but as a child and with a new family! The change can certainly be overwhelming, exciting or daunting. Most children in America have tasted ice cream, slept in a bed and splashed in a bathtub all before the age of 3. Those were brand new moments for our daughters. The first month home, Ari wanted to sleep on the floor and that was perfectly fine! She still to this day will only eat rice with her hands.

Some of the biggest changes for our girls were the cultural differences like our skin color, language, food, clothing, and mannerisms. As our daughters learned about our family’s culture, we also adopted their Indian heritage. Finding Family in a Far-Away Land is written from my daughter Priya’s perspective and in the story, she declares “Even though I left India it will forever be a part of me. No matter where I go, I will be a spicy-loving, bangle-wearing, Diwali-dancing Priya!” Teaching our children about their birth country India has bonded us in ways I never envisioned. Priya will forever be better at Bollywood dancing than me and can down food so spicy it will make you cry. I love that about her and am learning more every day!

My hope in writing Finding Family in a Far-Away Land is to empower children by sharing our story of adoption, multi-culture and diversity. Giving all children insight to what it might be like to be adopted or a part of an interracial, multicultural family is a great step in nurturing our children to be a generation of empathetic, kind, and aware adults.

Reading this story with my children has allowed opportunities for reflection, discussion and healing. I hope that it can provide those opportunities for other families too!

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This post originally appeared on Mile High Mamas.

Amanda Wall is an author, illustrator and mother of four with a heart towards adoption. Her debut illustrated children's book, Finding Family in a Far-Away Land: An Adoption Story was published in 2021. She lives in Denver with her family.

Don’t Forget to Take the Pictures!

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Photo: Kendra Greenberg

The first 48 hours go by so fast. You’re basking in the glow of love. Take a few moments and capture those precious moments of bonding before you head home and the family arrives to see the new addition.

Because of COVID-19, hospitals aren’t allowing professional photographers into the hospitals to take any pictures. Most mother-baby stays are shorter than normal to ensure that mom, dad, and baby all stay healthy.

So what’s the best way to document the first memories of your baby’s life? Kendra Greenberg Photography has tips and tricks for taking professional-looking pictures that you will want to frame, put in an album, and use for your baby announcements all from your iPhone. You can absolutely create some lasting images from your time in the hospital.

Kendra is a maternity, newborn, and family photographer based in the Los Angeles area. She has photographed over 1200 newborns at the hospital in their first two days of life and also does posed newborn photography. To learn more about Kendra, visit her website at KendraGreenberg.com and on Instagram @kendraslife.

1. Make a Plan
Visual examples are your best friend. Check out this free PDF Kendra has included if you need some inspiration. Also, if you have time, you can create a Pinterest page of in-hospital baby pictures that you would like to recreate.

Make sure to pack the items that you want with you in the photos, for example, a nice robe, baby outfits/headbands, plus any make-up and hair styling tools you’ll need if you want a certain look.

2. Kendra’s Must-Have Shots

  • Mom with baby

  • Dad with Baby

  • Baby Portrait: Pictures of the baby by themselves

  • Tiny Pieces: Close-ups on the head, hands, and feet

  • Family Picture: Have the nurse take this one!

3. It’s All about the Lighting
First, turn off all artificial lights and get everyone by the window—trust me—turn them off. Natural light complements all skin tones the best. If you leave any other lights on in your room, your baby and the photo will look orange, regardless of your skin tone. Also, turn off your flash. The flash will ruin the natural shadows that we love in documentary-style photography. On your iPhone screen, tap on the part of the image where you want sharp focus. This will also correct the brightness of the image.

PRO TIP: Don’t photograph anyone with the window directly behind them. Most hospitals have a blackout curtain and a shade curtain. Use the shade curtain if it’s too bright. Make sure there is no harsh sunlight on anyone. Make sure the soft light from the window is lighting their faces. 

4. Frame It Up
Get close to your subject to make the photo look more artistic. With intense close-ups like these, you will naturally get a blurry background which will give the picture that professional effect. You’ll want to focus the image in the same way as you did for step four: on your iphone screen, tap on the part of the image where you want sharp focus. This will also correct the brightness of the image. This technique is especially nice for images of the head, hands, and feet.

PRO TIP: Physically move your body closer instead of using the in-phone zoom feature. If you zoom in digitally the image will pixelate and you won’t get good print quality.

5. Get in the Picture
Moms, Dads, get in the picture with your baby! Don’t worry about how you look! Years from now all you’ll see is the glow of love on your face. Those first 48 hour memories are priceless and you can’t recreate the moment when you get home.

For parents who would still really prefer not to be photographed: Consider using your hands under the baby’s head or cheek for an artistic shot. As the baby gets older, they will cherish the image of you and them together.

PRO TIP: Photographing a parent from above with his/her eyes closed and head leaning in close to the baby is a very artistic and flattering shot. Everyone looks good in this picture! Regardless of how much sleep they’ve gotten. Just make sure to get very close and tap the screen to focus on the baby’s face.

6. Choose the Right Moment
Babies are either sleeping, eating, pooping, or everything at the same time, lol! You want to take your pictures when the baby has a full belly and/or is drifting off to sleep. It’s very difficult to get pictures of a one-day-old baby when their eyes are open because that usually means that they’re uncomfortable for some reason.

A warm room will make the baby more comfortable, but don’t let it get too hot for too long. Remember, if you have any questions, consult the medical staff. A tight swaddle, gentle rocking, and shushing sounds mimic the conditions in mommy’s womb. The nurses are expert swaddlers and they love to help new parents.

Most of all, have fun with it! Your first 48 hours with your baby are magical. Enjoy every precious minute of it together and remember, don’t forget to take the pictures!

To learn more, visit Kendra Greenberg Photography and @kendraslife on Instagram.

Written by: Adrienne Sale for Kendra Greenberg Photography

I'm a mom to 3 crazy kids, wife and, photographer!  I’ve been a photographer for 20+ years. I have photographed over 1200 newborns in hospitals all across Los Angeles and it never gets old. I’ll never lose the awe and wonder at this journey of self discovery that is parenthood.

On a hot summer day, Nixon was born a tiny baby fighting his emergency entrance into this world—a warrior brought into the world early. On that day, I worried that we both would lose a fighting battle against our bodies. He was whisked away to the NICU, hooked up to monitors, under lights, and the protective glass sheltering him from the scary outside world. Me, recovering as my body failed me, not strong enough to hold or see my tiny baby.

I wondered if he would miss me being there, his mother, the person who should be the first person to shelter him from the outside world. Was he as scared as I was?

Nora was born on a brisk day in December, I held her shortly after birth. She healed my wounded heart from her brother’s birth experience. I worried that my emotions from our NICU experience would cast a dark shadow on this tiny baby. That I would miss all the special moments as I sat in that worry.

I wondered if she would feel my heart reaching out to her as I held her in my arms. Would she know that the love I felt for her was deep to my core?

Our son has always had a sweet open spirit. He is the type of boy to share his last cracker, to wrap you in a long hug after he has faced his day. His jokes, sometimes unintentional, make me laugh till tears roll down my cheek. I worry that the people outside our front door won’t see what a truly magically spirit he is.

I wonder if he will find a special connection to another how I share one with his father.

With her fierce embrace of the room, our daughter takes in the world with a breathtaking magnification. She draws you into her space with simple hand gestures and her full spirit. I worry that she will dive into that space a little too deep as time goes on.

I wonder if she will move mountains and make waves in a world that needs her embrace. If she will make her mark like fierce women who I admire and have come before her.

I worry that I will make a mistake parenting both of these beautiful souls.

I worry that I will, in some way, push what I want on them too powerfully.

I wonder what qualities they will grasp onto from both their father and me.

I wonder if they will speak of us in a way that I cannot see from this side.

I know that the worry will often shift to wondering. That the mountain of fears will change to mountains of success, the sadness will be reshaped to alternate expectations.

I hope that we all can shine our light with who we are, what type of people we want to be, and are embraced with a clear understanding by others.

That they will surround themselves with people who want to know them as much as we do.

I will continue to worry, and I will continue to wonder as we walk this path together.

Tabitha Cabrera, lives in Arizona with her husband, and two beautiful children. She works as an Attorney and enjoys spending her time in a public service role. The family loves nature and ventures outdoors as much possible. Come check out her little nature babies

Everything I have known for the past six and half years has revolved around my children and around being a stay-at-home mom. It is how I have defined myself and I honestly do not know who I am without that title. Once I held my first baby in my arms, smelled her head, kissed her cheek, I knew I would dedicate my life to her forever. I quit my job and never looked backed…until now.

Once I had my first child, I became riddled with post-partum anxiety with a crippling fear that something bad would happen to her. My mind literally went to the worst place in every scenario. The older she got, the more my anxiety melted away, and the more I yearned to find “me” again. I started small, got a position in my field for 10 hours a week, and tried to stay active with hobbies that gave me joy outside of being a mom (dancing, working out, crafting).

Just as I was beginning to feel like I was possibly ready to send her to preschool and start working full time again, my husband and I decided to bring our second (and last) baby into the world to complete our family. During my pregnancy, I felt guilty about the thoughts of giving up part of myself again, instead of being completely overjoyed with planning for our newest addition. Once I got my head straight and got completely on board, I was determined to give him everything (and more) that my firstborn got. Well…second children never quite get that first-born treatment, let’s be honest, but I did my best. My heart exploded all over again, and I knew the moment I held my little boy in my arms for the first time and I watched him sleep blissfully, I would be dedicated to him forever.

So here I am, a stay-at-home mom of two and feeling a little less than fulfilled. My kids are at the age now where they are in school full time (or could be if COVID wasn’t putting a strain on life) and it is time to redefine myself again. Who am I if I am not a stay-at-home mom? Will I be able to jump right back into the workforce? How will I be able to juggle full-time responsibilities at work and still have more to give to my children at the end of the day? How will they adapt without me being there all the time? Oh, yes, and mommy guilt. I am feeling it already by just the mere idea of work, can’t imagine how that will be once I start.

Well, resumes were written, and jobs were applied to; now I have been offered and accepted my first full-time position, post-baby. I’ve still got it! But now comes the anxiety of actually being able to pull it off. Will mommy brain cooperate? Will old skills resurface from the corners of my memory? I can’t say for sure, but I am sure that I am excited to try. Even though I have my reservations, I do think it is important for my children to see their mother be passionate about something and put herself back out there. So, this stay-at-home mom, turned working mom will have to gain a new identity, find a new way to define herself, and make a new safe place for her children. Wish me luck!

Hello! My name is Brittany and I am the creator of Mama Bear Britt! I am a child development specialist, former preschool director and mama of two littles. I am working hard to create a place for parents to gather, learn and share. Join my tribe! 

Photo: Ali Flynn

Last night, as I went in to tuck my girl in after a whirlwind of a day—four airports, and four flights in 18 hours.

I was reminded of how precious time really is.

Time…it’s basic and taken for granted and always looming over us.

Time…we know it passes but often doesn’t slow down to relish in the passing.

But time right now my friends is precious.

This trip yesterday was planned so my sweet girl could ease her mind about college decisions.

And when I think about that right there, I wonder how is that possible?

College?

Wasn’t it just the first day of pre-school drop off as she giggled with excitement as a tear also trickled down her cheek?

Time.

It doesn’t slow down for anyone as much as we desperately try to hold on.

It doesn’t stop for the dying.

It doesn’t pause for children growing.

Time is forever moving forward, guiding all of us and reminding us daily to hold on tight but still go along for the ride and not fight it.

But seriously, how was I just holding this sweet girl, right after being born still connected to me, and now she will be living on her own?

How was I just rocking her quietly to sleep singing lullabies and soon she will be tucking herself in each night?

How was I just tying her shoes that repeatedly wouldn’t stay tied and now I’m looking eye to eye at a beautiful woman who now borrows my shoes?

But this girl here, she has some decisions to make.

Tough decisions.

The hardest decision she has been faced with.

And we all know that decisions aren’t easy.

Decisions…sometimes suck the life out of you.

Decisions…open you up to thoughts you didn’t know you had.

Decisions…make you grow.

And this is what I see happening in front of me.

Growth.

My girl is strong-willed and perseverant while maintaining a kind heart.

She knows what she wants, who she wants to draw into her life, and the kind of life she can see herself carry with pride.

But at the same time, she doesn’t know.

Her mind is racing and she is trying to quiet her beating heart down a bit.

The excitement is rushing but she knows it is important to remain calm and not let impulsivity take over.

And I just watch with wonder.

I watch with pride.

So as I gazed at her sleeping soundly on the plane, a deep joy entered my soul.

A peace washed over me.

Time may move on and we will both continue to grow but our hearts will always be intertwined…peace washed over me.

And just as we were connected so long along, a cut of a cord or a new phase of life does not mean a loss of a connection…peace washed over me.

Maybe now, the deeper, richer, and more fulfilling connections begin…peace washed over me.

A new phase about to begin…peace washed over me.

This post originally appeared on Hang in there mama by Ali Flynn.

 

 

Ali Flynn Is excited to share with you the joys and hardships of motherhood with an open heart, laughter and some tears. Ali is a monthly guest contributor for Westchester County Mom  and has been seen on Filter Free Parents, Grown and Flown, Today Parents and Her View From Home.

My college sophomore is standing in the family room wearing the suit his grandfather bought him for his high school graduation, back when his possibilities seemed endless and escaping home for the hallowed halls of his dream college was inevitable.

Every young man needs a good suit when he heads out into the world,” Grandpa Jim said, and he took my son to the same downtown tailor where he once took my husband at eighteen.

My well-dressed son is giving his father and me a Power Point presentation about why, since he lost his on-campus housing due to the pandemic, we should let him move into his fraternity house. He’s done the research. On a slide entitled COVID PRECAUTIONS, he shares the three-pronged approach developed by his Eta Theta brothers (Greek letters changed to protect my relationship with my son.)

#1. No member may have more than two guests at a time.

(Note: 19 brothers are slated to live in the house so we should be comforted that no more than 57 people will be there at any time.)

#2. The brothers will vote to determine if dues money should be spent to purchase a thermometer.

#3 Two random brothers will be tested weekly for COVID.

We say no. His campus is in a big city still in partial lockdown. Now I have a twenty- year-old man pumping iron in my garage like a convict in his cell. He says he feels imprisoned after months of doing what was necessary for the greater good, while his best friends take advantage of discounted airline tickets, flying to parties in Texas and Michigan.

“They’re insane!” I say, as my son shows me a video of a rave-like gathering shot at a mansion in Austin. No masks. Shared bongs. His friends enjoying sweaty mosh-pit-st‌yle dancing, shoulder-to-shoulder, cheek-to-cheek.

My son realizes their behavior is reckless, but as months go by and they continue having fun with no repercussions, he wonders how it’s fair that his summer memories are of playing cards and completing puzzles with his parents while theirs mirror a normal summer, but with cheaper flights.

Stay six-feet apart!

We invite his best friends over for a well-spaced backyard BBQ. I take orders and prepare the burgers inside so condiments don’t need to be shared. One friend says his uncle died of Covid.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” I say.

He had a good long life and we had good times together,” he replies.

How old was he?”

60.”

When you’re nineteen, I guess that seems like a long life.

When you’re 54, not so much.

Our family’s fear of COVID had a portended start. My brother’s family was vacationing in China for the Lunar New Year. They were in Wuhan in early January and made it out on the last US evacuation flight before quarantining in Texas for two weeks. Back then we were naively confident that safety measures taken with passengers on a handful of flights from China were enough to keep the virus half-a-world away.

Wash your hands!

Pre-armed with fear from my brother’s stories, we isolated, sanitized, and mastered ZOOM. For months my pantry had been stocked for an empty-nest. That first-run to the grocery store, before the kids came home, was a two-cart trip. Checkout lines snaked through produce and beyond the cheese. Fellow shoppers were in quizzical disbelief at the Armageddon-like conditions of the soup aisle.

Don’t touch your face!

My college senior is home for our canceled Spring Break trip when “Stay-at-home” orders first go down.

I’m going back,” she announces.

I’d rather have you here where I know you’re safe.”

During the week she’s home, as it becomes clear the spread of Coronavirus is not contained, the one thing anchoring me is seeing both children around the dinner table. Things are almost like they used to be when we were a family-of-four squeezing in dinners between sports practices and choir rehearsals, only suddenly we have nowhere to go. Miraculously, I have both kids captive for conversation and board games. Frankly, I’m almost blissful.

Apparently, captivity isn’t attractive when you’re almost 22.

But we have no idea how long this will last,” she replies, “My things are all there.”

So is her boyfriend.

Scenarios play out in my mind. Germs on un-wiped countertops. Boxes from Amazon brought straight into her apartment. Does she even have 409? In discussions on current events, it’s pretty clear that if the girls run out of toilet paper, they won’t have any newspaper to use.

Take precautions, honey. It isn’t just about you. Think about your grandparents,” I remind her, choking back tears. I fill her front seat with Clorox wipes and watch her drive away.

Wear your mask!

Stuck at home after prematurely moving out of their dorm, my son and his girlfriend are communicating solely through FaceTime and texts. Five-weeks into lockdown, with both families mostly isolated and working from home, we become “a pod” so our teens can spend time together.

But that was months ago. Back when lockdown had an anticipated end-date. Back before a framework for “reopening the economy” is devised then repeatedly revised. Images on television of bustling bars across the country look foreign to us in California. I envy the normalcy of smiles.

I know that at my children’s ages, I’d have done everything in my power not to alter my near-constant quest to carpe diem. I’ve shared cautionary tales of my mistakes, but I’ve based my parenting on openness to discussion, on setting the foundation for good choices, and then letting them venture out. Is reminding them to “Wash your hands! Wear your mask!” and hoping for the best enough? It can’t be emotionally healthy to hold young-adults captive in our homes for the greater good while they watch the Instagram world move on. There’s no guidebook for parenting in a pandemic. I wish there were. With more questions than answers, I know I’m in no place to write it.

Suzanne Weerts is a producer, writer and storyteller who (pre-pandemic) shared tales from her life on stages across Southern California. Lately she's been  indulging in way too much wine and chocolate while trying to change the world in conversations with friends on Zoom.

Do your kids watch PAW Patrol? Any parent of a preschooler can tell you that there is time when their kid has become totally obsessed with something, more often than not, a popular television show like PAW patrol. Keira Knightley called it ‘toddler crack’ and Ryan Reynolds threatened to sell his kids after an 11 episode binge.

Armed with the knowledge that preschoolers are totally PAW-obsessed, and parents are along for the ride whether they like it or not, Spin Master, the creators of PAW Patrol, enlisted the help of honorary PAW Patrol club member Dax Shepard to welcome parents to The PAW Patrol Years.  Currently in the thick of it with two children in The PAW Patrol Years, Dax is hopeful it is just a phase. PAW Patrol, as he describes it, is a show about ‘an emancipated minor who hangs out with some talking dogs and together they put out fires, rescue chickens and do other cool stuff’.

Filmed while under quarantine and shot entirely on an iPhone in Dax’s home with Spin Master’s creative team joining virtually, he shares a series of hilarious warnings, tongue in cheek references, sage advice and product reviews in 15, 60 and 90 second clips for a fall targeted social campaign. 

PAW Patrol

Created by Spin Master Entertainment and airing on Nickelodeon, PAW Patrol, is currently in its 7th season. The powerhouse franchise is heading to the big screen with an animated feature film slated for theatres in August 2021 (a Spin Master Entertainment production in association with Nickelodeon Movies, distributed by Paramount Pictures).

—Jennifer Swartvagher

Featured photo: PAW Patrol Official & Friends via YouTube

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I’m 38 1/2 weeks pregnant. And we’ve already had two “false labor alarms.” I was having 2-3 minute contractions for a few hours each time but once we decided to head to the hospital, which is an hour and forty-five minutes away, the contractions slowed and stopped. 

The first false labor alarm was 2 weeks ago. I was 36 1/2 weeks. It would have been perfect. The kids were still out of school, our babysitters were available, our favorite midwife was available, my brother and sister who live out of state were in town and could have met her, the car was packed, the house was clean. And I was ready. But nothing happened. 

The ache to meet her grows stronger every day. To see her little face, to feel her weight on my chest, her hair brushing against my cheek. But baby girl seems content to hang out and push her little feet into my ribs. I have always been fascinated by pregnancy and birth, especially the parallel life lessons it provides. Each pregnancy and birth I’ve experienced has been different, but my goal has always been to truly experience it. For me, that has meant the absence of pain medications and epidurals. I wanted to feel all the pressure and pain of the process. I felt somehow I needed to experience that (and I believe all women do with their own unique birth experiences) to fully appreciate the joy that followed. 

And really, that’s how life works isn’t it? The process is most often hard, full of pressure and pain, which makes the emergence even more beautiful. Everything worthwhile is hard. The 3 singular moments I saw each of my daughters for the first time were some of the most spiritual and beautiful moments of my life. I remember the crushing wave of love and awe that came over me. And all the hard was worth it. The morning sickness, the aches, the infections, the medications and IV’s, the preeclampsia, the inductions, the awful epidural, the vacuum, the morning sickness, the plateaued growth, the specialist visits, the worry, the fear, the subchorionic hemorrhage, the cord around the neck, the swelling, the pressure, the pain, the morning sickness… did I mention all the morning sickness?… it was all worth it. 

And I am so ready to do this hard thing. To work with my body to bring this little one here. To get to the other side if you will. To start healing. To start holding and loving her. Ever since that first false alarm we’ve been walking on eggshells, feeling like she could come at any moment and trying to be constantly ready. It’s been exhausting. The timing has gotten worse and worse with our girls starting school, my mom, who graciously offered to drop everything, starting work, my mother-in-law, who always makes herself available, is now maxed out helping other family members, and although the car is still packed, the house seems to fall apart more and more each day. 

Our midwife reminded us the other day that induction was always an option if we wanted it. After months and months of feeling out of control, and these last two weeks of feeling completely out of control, I was seriously tempted. An induction would mean that we wouldn’t have to stress about getting to the hospital in time, our favorite midwife could be there to deliver, our mothers could plan on taking our kids instead of being ambushed, our kids (who are already anxious because of the false alarms) could plan and mentally prepare to meet their new sister, and my husband wouldn’t have to keep anxiously waiting for “the” phone call or worrying about delivering a baby in the car. I could have the house clean, someone scheduled to feed the animals, everything ready and in place for us to leave and peacefully return. 

But something about an induction just hasn’t felt right. I had to be induced with my 1st and 3rd for medical reasons. And although I appreciate it’s availability, I don’t prefer it. So why would I choose it now? To be in control? So everything can be perfect? So no one is overly inconvenienced? Why are we always so worried about being in control? Why do we panic when we don’t know how or when something will happen? Why are we always trying to make everything so perfect? And why do we always make our decisions with everyone else’s convenience in mind? 

After 3 children, I’ve learned a new life lesson from pregnancy and birth. We are not in control. And it’s OK. Life is rarely convenient or perfect. And it’s OK. Our best decisions aren’t always going to be the best for others. And it’s OK. I don’t want a planned induction. I don’t feel like it’s the right decision for me or my baby right now. Do I feel selfish for putting my desires before my husband’s, my children’s, and the family that is so willing to help us? Yep. Do I deserve to be selfish about this? You’re damn right I do. Gratefully, I know that I’m surrounded by amazing people that don’t mind being inconvenienced on my behalf. That they support me in my decisions. That they will understand. I’m deciding to give control over to God instead of trying to hold onto it myself. And the relief I feel is immense. So, I’ll enjoy these little feet pushing into my ribs a little while longer until I get to meet her and press those little toes to my lips. Because the best things are worth waiting for and anything worthwhile is hard. And it’s all OK. 

This post originally appeared on www.my-peace-project.com.

Amy is a creator and believes everyone else is too. She strives to be artistic in all areas of life but writing is her passion and her family is her masterpiece. She uses her blog to address the joys and struggles of motherhood and is currently writing her first novel.