Let me just quickly share something with you about the casting call day.
When we arrived at the add company I was immediately taken back by all the cute little girls running around in the open air court yard.
Out going, laughing, ball bouncing, sweet girl scouts.
You could feel the weight of stares coming from the other moms. Sizing up my daughter, checking out the competition. I could see that my sensitive Nettie felt that pressure and immediately became shy. Unfortunately she started to gaze outward and began comparing what she was wearing to everyone else. Her insecurity slipped like a bike chain out of gear. It took me a while to get her back to the Nettie we know and love. By the time her turn came up she was ready to go~
The creative arts team called her outside to interview her while I stood on the sideline waiting. Picture this little four foot creature, bold and standing alone, going after what she wanted with everything in her reaching out to the panel of five adults. (Who by the way fit that very posh ad agency look and stereo type) Personally I had butterfly's.
They asked her what her favorite cookie was, and how old she was and what she wanted to do when she grew up. She told them she wanted to be a model. I laughed and rolled my eyes because last week she wanted to be a police officer and last month she wanted to be a princess. They told her in return she wouldn't have any problem doing that. Which I took as a good sign.
Now here's the kicker, get a tissue.
After the questions they told her to stand up in front of the photographer and hold her card with her name and number.
I suddenly had to choke back tears as I had an instant flash back. The last time she held a name card in front of her for a picture, she was an orphaned girl in Africa. The first picture of her I ever saw was a little girl in borrowed rags, holding a board that had her name scratched on it to identify her among hundreds of other abandoned and orphaned kids hoping for a home, a mom a dad a family. In these pictures she has just lost her family days prior. The wound so new.
|This was our first picture of our daughter, she was 4.5 years old.|
Now, look at her. Proud, healthy, bold, pursuing her dreams, given a chance. I wanted to tell the photographer how far she had come, how she deserved to have a shot at this and how beautiful and sweet and cute she was. (and) I had to be silent and let her speak for herself. That was so hard. I had to trust they could see all of what I prayed for in a daughter. A shiny , happy, light up the room kind of gal. I prayed they would see Jesus in her. They did. And by golly she did it!!!
Now she will be representing an organization we love and more importantly her country and girls like her.
|this is the look book for the shoot, the picture before this she was holding a sign with her name.|