So many moments recently have caused me to catch my breath. Maybe it’s because I’ve been sick which makes you reevaluate everything, or because each child has had their own close call during the last six months… Maybe it’s the social anarchy & darkness that has permeated society for the last two years and has brought so many questions and emotions to the surface… Or maybe it’s just because I’m a mom; we are the closest observers of time—how long and monotonous the days can be while they simultaneously wreak devastating & irrevocable change on the most finite details of our lives. Whatever it is, this great forced reckoning has me evaluating every moment and use of my time and leaving me once again and always in awe of these people I call mine. Coming home to them. My good friend @laurabeth.davidson wrote something the other day that has been haunting me—just pounding in my heart saying “This, this, THIS.” She said how especially important it feels, for all the reasons, to be documenting childhood this summer. And that, along with everything else, called me back to life. I’ve focused on client work for the last two months and it’s been wonderful & rewarding & exciting but this summer I give to my people. My beautiful people and our limited days. Because kids grow. Because people get sick or hurt or sometimes leave. Because the world is a horrible place. But mostly because they’re the most beautiful creatures I know and they’re full of magic and I don’t want to miss it. I want to cry my mama heart out over the beauty of them and let everything grow soft again as we make some beauty on this messy hard planet before they have to grow up and leave me and face hard. I want to wring every glimmer of light out of this summer. I want to not only document childhood, I want to let it in & let it change me.
