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
Not many kids get to have the first New York City experience like you and your sisters had. We did nothing touristy, but everything real, if not a bit above and beyond my typical previous city life. We lived the high life, partied on roof tops, basked in the unseasonably warm October sun on terraced balconies. We ran in party dresses through midtown at rush hour. We took over restaurants in the Meatpacking and asked every cab and Uber driver what their favorite Halloween candy was. We sat in giant picture windows and watched our street below become a flower and plant market everyday. We finagled our way into wholesale jewelry stores and bought more glittery baubles than should be allowed. And we danced.