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On the cusp of changing seasons, lives change alongside. Children quietly get older, day by day, until we, usually shocked, find them to be new people. Personalities grow, just as the inches. But the most pronounced change is often when we welcome a new baby into the family. When the conversations of five-year olds are now accompanied by the sounds of a newborn. When the school schedules are accompanied by infant schedules. When the dynamics of two children becomes the dynamics of three children. The love grows and the walls inside our homes swell with the new memories created. Just as the seasons welcome each other, the family does the same. Quickly and quietly.

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Saturday Morning

I hope one day my children look back on images of their childhood and find themselves instantly transported to this carefree time. I hope all their senses are elevated, to feel all the feels of home. I hope they smell the warm biscuits and warm air, on a Saturday morning. I hope they feel my fingers running through their hair. I hope they feel my warm embrace. I hope all of this because images have the power to do this.

Motherhood on a saturday morning.

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Saturday Morning

It's a roller coaster, I say, about almost everything- allergies, schedules, sickness, the kids, motherhood. Up & down, round & round. Unexpected jolts, expected jolts & lots of in between. The laughter, the fear, it's all there, greeting us each new day. Whether or not you have children, whether it's your first or your third child, our emotions are all intertwined. Wrapping us tight in their grasp, holding close, reminding us to make the most of this ride, the ride of our lives.

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A Family Session at the Beach

"you are my sun,
my moon,
& all of my stars."
                  -ee cummings
 

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One Year

"I'm going to be a funny guy," he informed us at the dinner table. That alone resulted in laughter. I remember, as a baby, his expressions and demeanor would make us laugh. He always brought so much happiness. His shyness was always apparent, but so was the desire for smiles, both giving and receiving. He was smiling willingly at only a few weeks old. Well before he was "supposed to." As a toddler, I'd say "he's going to be a class clown." So far, the shyness keeps that prediction from becoming a reality. But not at home. At home, he's really, really funny. It's amazing what you learn from your child in that first year of life. Their characteristics that you know you'll be dealing with for a very long time. The sheer joy that they'll be bringing you, right along with the challenges. It's 365 days of hands-on learning. It's one year of motherhood. 

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One Month

The last two days have been spent mostly homebound, as two of my three battle the nasty cold floating around our island. It's been a fountain of unlimited mucous in these joints, and we're over it. Except for the extra snuggling. That's almost worth the illness. But I'm still considering it the last big sickness of the season. I'll probably be wrong, but I can smell spring and that means summer is not too far away. Like literally right around the corner (I'm looking at you May). Spring isn't really a season here, but this year seems to be making an exception. There are actually things blossoming right now, and my rhubarb looks like it could be harvested in another month. So I'm fantasizing about summer vacation kicking off with good health and good weather. Double whammy. Like those early days of motherhood, when you wonder what happened to the last month of your life, or the last 12-hours of your day. When everything seems to move in a sudden instant, yet drag slowly. It's the perfect twist of emotions, presenting to you the roller coaster that will encompass you now that you are mom. 

Motherhood at one month.

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