a love that deserves to be remembered

A few weeks ago I was scrolling through my camera roll looking for a recent photo of me with the kids.

There were hundreds of photos. Of them playing. Of them sleeping. Of them being funny, messy, loud, beautiful.

But almost none of me with them

Not a proper one. Not one I’d want them to look back on one day

And tbh it made me feel a bit flat

I’m always there; packing lunches, wiping faces, doing bedtime, sitting on the floor building blocks. I’m in the middle of their days. But you wouldn’t know that from my camera roll.

It made me realise how easy it is for us mums to disappear, we’re so busy documenting their childhood that we forget we are part of it too.

One day they won’t just want photos of themselves. They’ll want to see us. How we held them. How we looked at them. How small they were in our arms.

That’s part of their legacy. And ours.

So I set the camera up and took photos with them. Nothing fancy. Just us trialling a new Mothers Day studio set up

And I’m so grateful I did.

Because we deserve to be seen. Not when we feel more confident. Not when life slows down.

Now.