Photo by Monica @ Shoots and Giggles
In photography, the hour around the first and last hour of daylight each day is the “golden hour”. The shadows are minimal and the colors are magical. There is even an app that indicates the “golden hour” based on your location.
The hour after our daughter was born was our “golden hour”, no app needed. The doctors and nurses were gone. The delivery room was clean and the huge spotlight was retracted back into the ceiling. No distractions, just pure joy. Our new life had begun and it was also truly magical.
Mama and daughter were skin to skin, forming a connection that would only become stronger as each learned to love the other unconditionally. I witnessed our new daughter experiencing the outside world for the first time, falling in love with her swollen eyes and petite body. And we spent the next hour staring, trying to figure out whose features she had inherited.
Fast forward eight weeks and I now have my own “golden hour”. It is the hour when I get home and it’s just the two of us. I look forward to this hour every day (as does my wife I’m sure). This is our time to “talk” about our day, admire each other, teach each other new facial expressions, and just stare. Regardless of whether she is happy, tired, screaming, cranky, or calm, it doesn’t matter, this is our time.
Well, the train was extremely delayed today (hey, LA, get your act together) and at one point I started worrying that I wouldn’t get home in time before bath time needed to start. (If this is any indication of how I will worry when she doesn’t call upon arrival at her friend’s house in 16 years, I’m going to give myself an ulcer.) And to top it all off, I forgot my phone today so communication was damn near impossible.
But when I got home, the previous two-and-a-half hours didn’t matter anymore. There were my two ladies, waiting for me. Mama and baby were ready for our new “golden hour”. Mama gets a reprieve and I get to bond. Our routine works great right now, and I wouldn’t change anything, but I am also aware that things will change as we all grow, and I look forward to it.
In a year or so, “golden hour” might be practicing walking and learning all the new possibilities that upright transport opens up. When she starts kindergarten it might be practicing letters and numbers. In middle school it might be arguments over algebra or explaining why she doesn’t need her own iPhone. And in high school there will be many days without our “golden hour,” and I’m sure that will be okay.
During that hour all the day’s shadows disappear and the light in her eyes is magical, and I’d like to keep it that way.
What is your “golden hour”?