A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2015. Linking up with Jodi for The 52 Project.
I love capturing the tiny fragments that make up our days. They’re moments that mostly go unnoticed, unless I happen to have my camera close by. They’re the shots I forget about taking because they’re mundane flashes really. But it’s these photos that help me see my children in their purest sense, un-posed, unstructured just going about their day.
Like the way he take huge bites of his sandwich and makes mmmmmmnnn noises, (he’s growing something rotten at the moment which means his appetite is through the roof). Or the way she stoops to look for some lost toy or ball under the sofa and says “ball, ball, ball, ball, BALLLL” over and over until I retrieve it for her.
It’s these small fragments, the ones that happen every single day, that create a pattern of repetition that is so much of being a mother. These insignificant moments I’ll probably forget when I’m grey and old. And then it will all come flooding back when I look at these pictures, when I remind myself of the fine threads that formed the tapestry of our days. And I’ll be able to piece together this life, in this moment. And I’ll remember that being their mama could be so beautifully ordinary.
It is the bones of motherhood, the everyday tasks and tending that binds you so closely together as mother and child.