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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 you say to me several times a day, “mama, i love you deep deep into outer space.” and each time i hear these words, i feel as though i am weightless.

photo by Heather Robinson

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I’ve driven past this hill and sign, a monumental cross that overlooks Boston from Revere, for as long as I’ve lived here, which is getting to be a long time. Finally, I had the time. Just ten minutes. I had to see it. I’m not religious anymore, but how can you pass up a glance at a three story religious symbol overlooking your city. I weaved through a rough little neighborhood to get to the shrine at the top of the hill, climbed out of the car, and while the cross was cool, at the very edge of the hill was this view. I love this city. I love Revere. I’m crazy like that. I love going to weird, off beat hills to take in my gray, snowy city. Kid free afternoon bliss.

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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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 i shoot a ton more photos than i would like.  there are times when it is difficult for me to focus properly.  like those times when i have one, two, or even three little “helpers” on top of me.

 

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She is telling me that we are an outside family. I agree. Whole heartedly.

 

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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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you don’t really say a whole lot yet.  but that doesn’t stop you from informing us of exactly how you feel.  in fact, you have very strong opinions on practically everything.

photo by Heather Robinson

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I couldn’t get us home soon enough. Aware that I can’t just quit this or even escape it, I just knew we had to get ourselves back home. And sure enough, it evened out. I let go the sigh of relief. We all fell onto the couch and snuggled in front of the warming glow of the television and lived to see another day.

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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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i can’t keep up.  there are never enough clean socks or underwear or pants.  or there are plenty stuffed in laundry bags that pretend to be dressers.  this morning your bed became your closet as you searched for a pair of pants to wear to school.

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My two big girls have out grown bathing together, but all is not lost. We have a new co-pilot. Thank goodness.

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