I wanted to write something profound about motherhood. About my life right now, but the words won’t come. How this journey is a blur. How my life is consumed with babies and dancing toddlers. With snacks and messes. With diapers and baths. I’ve been asked if I am pregnant at the cluelessness of conversations with adults. I’m behind in laundry. I’m losing at keeping up with the mess. I’m pinning montessori activities for my toddler, whimsical ideas for my girls bedroom and essential oil recipes, when in reality I call breakfast in bellies and something taken out of the freezer for supper a win. Life is… full. Blurry. Awfully beautiful.
My mother made a trip to England to see her mom, my grandmother, these past few weeks. She brought home photos. You know. The ones loose in a box. Taken with whatever camera the family could afford at that time. Kind of, your home movie version of photos. The ones you look at, and are immediately taken back. Where you can see the resemblance of you as a baby, even your mom as a baby, to your own babies. Our family on vacation with my grandparents, my mom in those big retro sunglasses and one of my Dad wearing me in a snuggly. These weren’t perfectly lit, they weren’t perfectly posed, if at all. You know what they are? Special. My grandmother sent these photos back with my mom. I hope one day I will hold that box of memories. And for now, I will create those memories for my kids.
Today I gave the remote to Hannah, my two and half year old, and let her take the photos. I wanted to create a photo, not a perfect one, just a photo of that awfully, beautiful life we have right now. We created more than one as you’ll see below, but I just couldn’t choose one! I hope to look back these photos and remember what is now so blurry, maybe not pretty, but definitely beautiful. So I can give the box to my kids one day and they can smile, remember and see the beauty themselves.
I doubt you will enjoy these photos quite as much as I do. However, I hope you take with you the message and take a photo of you, of your kids, and heck, maybe even get it printed.
Lots of love,