What I See When I Photograph Mothers | A List
- I see the history that led them to this very moment. The peaks and valleys that brought someone here and shaped them into the mother they are. Breaking generational curses, big and small.
- I see that joy can coincide with a diverse range of emotions.
- I see that a bad moment doesn’t equal a bad day.
- I see that hard does not equal bad.
- I see devotion and perseverance.
- The learning, growing, becoming.
- The creativity and intention behind making a comfortable space for her children to live in. Designing a life that can be well-lived.
- Strength. Waking every three hours despite the exhaustion. Never not showing up.
- The constant-ness of care.
- Revival by small gestures. A home-cooked meal dropped off at the door. An iced coffee. A walk around the neighborhood.
- She doesn’t do it alone and is often held by her husband, sister, mother, friend. Maybe not all at once or in grand ways, but they’re there nonetheless.
- Home-management. Things don’t go smoothly all on their own.
- Softness, but also don’tfuckwithherorherkidsness
- Learning, growing, becoming.
- Sacrifice | Not my turn, but theirs.
- Fighting for her own hobbies and outlets. It can be easy to give those up, but they’re worth pursuing even in the margins of motherhood. The kids see it, too.
- Never stopping while simultaneously living slower. A weird balance.
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