This is the first glimpse into a new series I have been dreaming on for a while.
It came to reality because of how quickly time is fleeting before my own eyes.
My own brief experience into motherhood, so far, quickly went from one little girl to two daughters in less than two years. My babies are now toddlers and somehow one is starting Kindergarten this fall.
After having a child I found my focus of photography by capturing birth stories. I find myself documenting these amazing and beautiful stories, from maternity, birth, newborn, and now into the life of mothering at home.
So much has happened in this short amount of time since becoming a full-fledged adult. Somehow we went from feeling like young married kids to being over 8 years into it. Losing our first two pregnancies, to then having two amazing girls and now most recently expecting our 3rd. While I can’t remember much about the time before we had children, I realize it was only 5 short years ago, and so much has changed in that short glimpse of my life.
I want to always look back and remember these moments. The ones that I am exhausted and worn thin by.
Giving until I feel like I have nothing left to give, but then each evening after our girls are tucked in bed, looking at photos or sharing stories with my husband about the things we did that day or certain jokes or trouble each girl got into. If I don’t write it down, don’t document it with a pen or behind my lens, it could be gone forever. It will be, knowing how much we as mothers, as parents, cram into our brains each and everyday.
This season of motherhood is short, caring for young ones with each snack, diaper change, potty break, meltdown, tantrum, and those oh-so-sweet cuddle sessions. Before I know it we will be setting curfews, sending them to camps or summer trips, and all without them needing or wanting 1 more book, 1 more song, or 1 more glass of water before they shut their eyes for the night.
The days can seem so long at times, but the months and years are flying by.
That is where this Motherhood Series was born.
I want to freeze time.
I want to look back and have these memories flash before my eyes, not as a distant fading thought, but fresh and clear and crisp.
I can’t fathom a time in our future where my oldest, Sarah, doesn’t ask me repeatedly to cuddle with her on the couch while she watches a show. Or how when we read a chapter book she will tell me “We can take a break now, so you can rest your voice.” Which was my reason to take a break during my 1st and 2nd trimester of a pregnancy that made reading at 2 in the afternoon more exhausting than a half-marathon did just 5 months ago.
Or how her little sister, Elanor, has her first eye appointment this next week. How nervous I am as a mom, hoping it goes well and there is an easy and quick solution to what we think and hope is just a lazy eye. Maybe we will all wear eye patches, to match hers, if that’s what the doctor prescribes. If so, I never want to forget it.
The days with frog hunts, wagon walks, and licking the beaters after we make cookies, but before I tackle the sink and counters of 18 cups and 12 spoons we went through in the first half of the day. The hard stares, the mean mugs, and the stomping of feet when one doesn’t get their way. I want it all. Each day holds new challenges and new laughs.
We joke how a young mother’s lap is never empty, but is stands true that her heart is full. Maybe not everyday, but certainly on the good ones. And in 15, 20, or 50 years I think they’re all going to feel like they were good ones, with me wanting to rewind the clock to relive this crazy period for just a little while longer.
Each time we go grocery shopping it amazes me how much older people love to smile, wave and talk to my children. You can see on their faces how they reflect on the memories they have from long ago. Telling me about their 3 children, 9 grandchildren and 15 great grandchildren. To treasure time and family the way they do…
This sweet stage of life is a gift. One I know I take for granted on a weekly, if not daily basis, at times.
Motherhood is a journey. A story of growth, exhaustion, triumphs and failures, lessons and gratitude. It is a beautiful glimpse into the love our hearts were created and are capable of. I hope to be able to preserve some of these moments that we will cherish in the time to come.
This is my sweet friend Ashley. She has two amazing little girls, each with an incredible story and great love and beauty that they have brought into her and her families lives. They are a family that has overcome major challenges, but faced it with the boldness, confidence and love that only Christ can provide. An eldest daughter who was deemed a miracle child by her doctors.
A baby and a toddler is no easy task, but she and I have talked about how it is the days at home that we know we will miss the most when they’re grown.
Playing in the girls room.
Rocking the youngest to sleep.
Watching and laughing as her big sister loves, squeezes and covers her in kisses.
All three being in the one small corner of the big room they share, because that is where mom is sitting.
This is a glimpse into a quiet afternoon with Ashley and her girls.