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Thursday, July 31, 2014

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 spent too many days feeling like i was not doing enough for you kids this summer. we didn’t have playdates, take lots of vacations, or go to the pool everyday. instead we have spent most of our time at home. we play outside in the kiddie pool, snuggle in the hammock, swing on the tree swing, have picnics in our yard, ride scooters to the neighborhood playground, read books, draw, eat, and eat, and eat, take lots of baths. i don’t regret how are days are spent anymore because during this time home together we have gotten to know each other. we are not just family members but friends.

photo by Heather Robinson

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That saying, “It takes a village” has started to mean more and more to me the older I get. The rhythm of my life has taken me into a truer understanding that while we can go it alone, it is so much better to ask for and give help when you can. My parents’ help is invaluable when they come up and help me with carpools, drop offs, and other assorted errands so that I can work or just be a slightly less stressed mom. And how I appreciate how my parents just want to get down and be with my kids. Add in the great friends we’ve made up here, to share with, to play with. A comfort of raising my child beside theirs. I see how it strengthens all of us. I feel how it makes our lives that much more richer.

photo by Olivia Gatti of Click Click Love

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freelensing | july

Thursday, July 24, 2014

having three kids 5 and under, the house is constantly a wreck. it can feel hard to breathe at times from all of the chaos and clutter. i could spend the entire day picking up after these kids only to turn around and see them coming behind me undoing whatever i have just done. they delight in messes. and the clutter doesn’t seem to bother them. but i want to run away from home at times. instead, i decided to get some new window sheers and curtains, a new quilt (cream colored – gasp!), and pillows and turn my bedroom into a place of solace. a place to get away from these mess makers. but wouldn’t you know that as soon as i got my room all put together, they want to hang out in there all the time. crazy kids.

and now please check out Joni’s freelensed images from this month and be sure and leave her some love!

a normal day

Thursday, July 17, 2014

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

you have this thing with safety. you are a bit obsessed with it. in your two and half year old mind, you think that wearing certain articles of clothing make you safe. and i am not just talking about wearing your bike helmet or your life jacket. you wear glasses, hats, oven mitts that you believe have magical powers to keep you safe. so i gave you a bracelet that once belonged to a very brave woman who brought much happiness to my childhood. i told you that my grandmother always made me feel safe and loved and that anything that belonged to her would do the same for you.

photo by Heather Robinson

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Baby girl, you are such a trooper. A go-anywhere-er. A silly, sweet little person. I can’t believe how easy you make things, like being caught in a downpour on a chilly, foggy, windy cliff on the ocean in Maine. You embrace it, it seems, and I hope your outlook always stays this way.

photo by Olivia Gatti of Click Click Love

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a normal day

Thursday, July 10, 2014

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

these lovely, magical little beings i share my days and nights with. there isn’t a day that goes by without me feeling immeasurable amazement at the fact that not only am i a grownup but i am a mother, a mother to three children. that might not seem like a big deal to some. but it feels extraordinary to me.

photo by Heather Robinson

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Everyday is your best day. Everything you do is your favorite thing to do. Your enthusiasm is an eleven. I think you get this from me.

photo by Olivia Gatti of Click Click Love

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10 on 10 | July

Thursday, July 10, 2014

it is funny how things change. we live in a three bedroom house. however, when we bought the place years ago, i told my husband that we would never use the third room for anything other than an office/guest room. we most certainly would never have any of our children sleep in there. it was dark with knotty pine walls. it lacked the bright cheery feeling i wanted. we had our oldest and i was so excited to fix up her room. it had great light from windows on two walls. i painted it a nice shade of green.

perhaps i thought we would move to a different house by the time we had our second child? along came number two and i did absolutely nothing in the way of a nursery to prepare for him. it wasn’t until he was about six months old that i reluctantly let my husband put a crib in there. other than when he slept, we never spent much time in there. i just couldn’t warm up to that space.

when we had our third child, my son moved into the bright, cheery bedroom with our daughter and I fought once again the idea of one of my babies being in that third room. however, the moment we placed a crib in that room, i kept noticing that the big kids wanted to spend time in there. truth be told that if we had put the baby’s crib in the cold, dirty basement, the big kids would be there in a heartbeat. because they are obsessed with all things that involve their baby sister. so i followed their lead and began spending more and more time in there. and i began to notice the light. i began to feel the warmth. we spend a lot of time playing in there now. i don’t hesitate to call it her room. in fact, i am so in love with those pine walls, i want my next house to have nothing but.

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