By: Amber Leventry
My daughter received a kid-friendly digital camera for her birthday. It took her approximately 17 minutes to fill its memory card to the 500 picture limit. And because each picture was precious, I wasn’t allowed to delete any. Instead, my four year old stood over my shoulder while I downloaded them onto my laptop. After she went to bed I deleted the pictures that were too blurry, too dark, or too repetitive to save—she took at least three pictures of the same thing, and if we need any photos of the hallway carpet, we only need one.
As I scrolled through the ones I saved, it occurred to me that while she was exercising a very coveted, grown-up thing to do, I realized I was getting a very intimate look at what was important to her. Yes, she snapped away faster than rain drops evaporate in the dessert, but she was snapping at things that meant something to her: her brothers, her mamas, her dog, and her stuff—and a lot of random things we can chalk up to artistic freedom.
But her randomness is just as important as the photos taken haphazardly by any celebrity, athlete, or parent who overshares their life on Instagram—oh, wait, that last one is me. The unique way we each see the world is important, and our artistic touches make it more beautiful. At the end of the day, beauty is in the eye of the picture taker, and if the picture is worth taking, it’s worth sharing and tagging on Instagram.
I tend to imagine a lot of things throughout the day—I’m home with twin toddlers, I need some sort of mental stimulation—and one of them is the creativity that may come out of my daughter if she had an Instagram account. I also tend to sleep very little, so here are ten examples of what could be if you were to follow @elsaloveslionking.
@elsaloveslionking is four, so you can’t really follow her on Instagram. But you can follow her mama @amberleventry.
Top photo credit: Cuncun Wijaya