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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i love watching the two of you together.  you are in constant awe of him soaking up all that he offers.  so many lessons have been learned.  let’s hope that this one doesn’t stick.

photo by Heather Robinson     blog | Facebook

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I hear you shout “Girls! Where are you? Girls!!!” about a hundred times a day now. You think you are eight years old. You want to get into every mix and scrap and dance party. You want to walk on water to get to them (and you tried this week, oh how you tried). But nothing is going to change that you are the littlest one, and our patience and understanding is growing deeper with each passing day. (At least we aretrying to be more patient and understanding; oh, how we are trying.)

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

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Heather Robinson

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 Amanda Voelker

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 “Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.”  – Aristotle

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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

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Heather Robinson

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 Amanda Voelker

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