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i love your skin.  the newness of it.  the way it smells.  the way if feels so soft and perfect.  there is this time each day when the sun is barely there.  it shines so gently ever so slightly caressing your skin.  i wanted to capture the way the sun touches you.  your brother and sister saw you lying there soaking up that beautiful light and they wanted to be a part of it too.  they said, “mama, take our picture too.  pretend like we are babies too.”  i didn’t have to pretend.  the moments passed quickly as the sun slipped away from me.  but not before i got the chance to capture it loving on the soft, perfect skin of my babies.

 

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please journey over to the Muse Memoirs website to see what all of the ladies shared this week.

a normal day

 

On October 18th, my daughter was born and I became the mother of three children. Hundreds of miles away, on the same day, another baby girl was born and another woman added the third child to her family. We were complete strangers at that time, but our love of photography and family brought us together. We started to have a conversation about motherhood with images, because we tell stories with our cameras. Since some tales are so similar, and some are not, we decided to collaborate and share a photo a week from a normal day as a mother to three.

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”     – Mary Jean Irion

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just a normal weekday morning while we all waited for you.  me brushing your sister’s long (most likely tangled) hair to get her ready for preschool.   your brother (still wearing nothing but his diaper) making silly faces at the camera.   and you sleeping within.  your heart beating next to mine.

photo by Heather Robinson

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AND_OG_2.6.14copyThey’ve been in love with you from the start. We all have been. This week, you have become very vocal about being put down. Then I see this photo, and remember that I’ve been carrying you for so long already, yet I never tire of it.

photo by Olivia Gatti of Click Click Love

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a normal day

On October 18th, my daughter was born and I became the mother of three children. Hundreds of miles away, on the same day, another baby girl was born and another woman added the third child to her family. We were complete strangers at that time, but our love of photography and family brought us together. We started to have a conversation about motherhood with images, because we tell stories with our cameras. Since some tales are so similar, and some are not, we decided to collaborate and share a photo a week from a normal day as a mother to three.

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”     – Mary Jean Irion

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While I was pregnant, I would watch the two “big kids” playing together and rub my belly as I tried to imagine you.  Tried to picture how you would fit in.  How you would mesh with your siblings.  How/if they would welcome you into their clique that took them years to form.  I don’t why I never pictured this sort of scene.  It is one of the sweetest surprises.

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So many nights, daddy works late. His job is demanding and he cares very much about the good work they do there. Plus, he has a long commute. But he and I both know how important it is to put you all to bed with a story, no matter what kind of day we’ve all had. When he is home in time to do this, it’s like having a small celebration. And maybe I don’t mind a few minutes just to myself at the end of the day.

photo by Olivia Gatti of Click Click Love

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