Quick warning, this is a personal post with lots of “mom” feels.
I have always loved taking pictures. When I think back to my childhood/teenage years, it is no surprise to me that I became a professional photographer. For either my 6th or 7th birthday I asked for a Polaroid camera. In high school I was the class historian. My desire to document the everyday became stronger once my children were born.
Unfortunately, like many busy moms, life got in the way. I became “too busy.” I stopped taking pictures of my children with my “big camera.” I relied on my iPhone to take snapshots. Now don’t get me wrong, there is a time and place for snapshots. But this isn’t what I wanted to capture. I wanted to capture the feelings of childhood. My children’s childhood.
After some personal introspection, I realized I needed this outlet. Being a mom is hard y’all. I know it is the “fad” now to publicly announce the trials of motherhood. But let’s be real, we only do it because it is either that or running in the other direction. If you are winning at this motherhood thing and feel like you have your sh$t together, more power to you sister. I feel as though I am in the trenches every single day. At the end of every night, I breathe a sigh of relief. I made it, everyone is alive, fed, clean (some nights) and happy.
I want my children to remember that I valued their childhood. I want it to be magical for them. Somedays are better than others. Finding balance is hard. The quote that sticks in my head are “the days are long but the years are short.” They get ONE childhood. One time in their life when they are not burdened by all of those adult responsibilities that weigh heavy on us all. I want to do it right. I hope they can look back at the images and remember all the love that was shared and magical times we had.