There were times when they were still very young that I wondered. I worried how they felt about one another, and how they would feel as they grew up. Would they grow up wishing to avoid one another? That happens, I hear, and it would have broken my heart if it happened to them.
Oh no, no, no! Why is my son – my big gentle son – behaving this way? What has caused this kind of thing? He’s the one that grew up with no toy guns, was never allowed to watch The Three Stooges or the Roadrunner cartoons (which happened to be my favorite) because of the violence. He was the one that had the protective mother, the mother who protested the war and attempted to get signatures on a petition for us to pull out of Vietnam – on the Sunday that veterans were being honored at church. Whoops!
I do believe in my kids resolving their own problems, dealing with their issues – but! It has reached the point where the mother simply must intervene, must step in to help the abused. Because a mother loves her children, but sometimes some children need tough love. This might be one of those times.
Reality? Absolutely none being demonstrated by these pictures, other than the first ones. Seems some band or musical group put out a request for photos such as these to use in their new video. My two, my Gep and my Kat, seem always willing to step out of the box. Interesting, however, that in this case it was not the Gep who stood out in the freezing weather with no coat, snow falling in his beer-soaked hair (but not real beer, just so you know no harm was done to beer during the filming – colored water was used). It was the younger sister.
I was completely innocent in all of this. All I did was hold the camera, point, focus and shoot.