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

AND.HR.12.17.15copy

we give and we take.  right now i am giving my all to this tiny life i am growing inside of me.  i haven’t that much left over to give to you.  but you do.  and you give it so freely.  i am overjoyed to take it.    

photo by Heather Robinson     blog | Facebook

and_og_12.18

I’m letting go of the old, embracing the new. New light to follow, new scenes to take in, new joy to behold. You won’t ever have your own memories of the beach house. This does not make me feel badly. But in truth, all change is bittersweet, even the good kind.

photo by Olivia Gatti     website Facebook

the effect of her being

“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive:

for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts;

and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been,

is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life,

and rest in unvisited tombs.”

– George Eliot, Middlemarch

herbeing.hr.12.22.2015copy

Heather Robinson

blog | Facebook

AmandaEffect30-1-1

Amanda Voelker

website | facebook

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

AND.HR.12.10.15copy

there is this boy in your class.  he hits.  you have tried to befriend him.  you do as the teachers instruct when he gets angry.  everyone is afraid of him.  after months of walking on eggshells, you fought back.   there are scratches on your face to prove it.  as much as i don’t want you to go through life solving your problems with your body, i also don’t want you to ever let anyone lay a hand on you.  i am proud of you my little pink warrior.

photo by Heather Robinson     blog | Facebook

and_og_12.10sm

A sick day spent under the Christmas tree. How sick? Not much. How needed? Very.

photo by Olivia Gatti     website Facebook

the effect of her being

“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive:

for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts;

and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been,

is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life,

and rest in unvisited tombs.”

– George Eliot, Middlemarch

herbeing.hr.12.8.2015copy

Heather Robinson

blog | Facebook

amandaeffectofherbeing29-1

Amanda Voelker

website | facebook

the effect of her being

“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive:

for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts;

and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been,

is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life,

and rest in unvisited tombs.”

– George Eliot, Middlemarch

herbeing.hr.12.1.2015copy

Heather Robinson

blog | Facebook

AmandaEffectofHerbeing28-1

Amanda Voelker

website | facebook