I’m proud of Cait for a lot of reasons. I’m proud that she works hard and does well. I’m proud when she wins awards. Last night, while other Young Guns award winners came from across the continent or across the ocean, she just had to come from across the river from Brooklyn to Manhattan. Her work and her face were splashed up on the walls. She got to walk up and get this beautifully glowing cube. I am proud of all that.
But here’s the thing. This past summer Cait went to New Jersey to photograph Wyatt for GQ. It was for a story about the perils of football and considered whether parents should allow their kids to play a sport that could potentially injure their brains. Cait said that Wyatt was just a little bit chubby and a little bit clumsy as little boys can be and also an absolute doll. He was Just So Excited to think that someone was Going To Take His Picture. He was a more-than-willing model. He ran. He jumped. He caught passes. He offered ideas for better camera shots. He told Cait that he could come to other photo shoots and be her model and it didn’t even have to be for football. It could be for anything. She had a great time with him and let him think he was in control.
Later, Wyatt’s dad wrote a letter to Caitlin thanking her for forwarding the photos of Wyatt to his family, but mostly he wrote to thank her for how she treated Wyatt. As a parent, I know what it’s like to feel that your child is being mistreated or ignored or slighted. I’m proud of Caitlin for a lot of reasons, but mostly I’m proud that she treats the little ones with kindness and respect—enough that she earned a letter from a parent telling her—-Good Job.