Heather Robinson Photography

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

our time here is dwindling.  the three of you will likely not remember this house.  i hope i captured it well for you.  we all have our own memories.   but sometimes these memories are hand-me-downs.   to me, this place will forever be one that needed lots of TLC but never got it because there were babies to take care of instead.  it was our first home.  the place i fell in love with you and the light.

photo by Heather Robinson

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Somedays I look at the window where you play and eat and create and I want to scream. It is insanity. My beautiful view is cluttered by science projects and Legos and granola bar wrappers. We don’t have this mega clean home, but sometimes I just want this window that I love to just be a window. And then I realize that one day it will be empty, and all I’ll have will be the clean, uncluttered view, and it will feel flat, because you two added the dimension to it.

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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

i know you miss your big sister when she is at school.  you tell me that you are lonely without her.  yet, you have a pretty awesome little side kick who is more than happy to keep you company.

photo by Heather Robinson

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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

there will be days like this.  days when there are one too many of them.  days when they don’t include you.  when they make you want to howl with frustration.  siblings are fun like that.

photo by Heather Robinson

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