These are the dark days. The beautiful ones.
I remember them well. The joy-filled, tear-filled whirlwind of trying to figure out how three children fit on two laps.
I remember worrying whether I was giving enough of me to each of them. Worrying if I was effecting their development because we had wanted another child.
I worried a lot, and I still do but it’s more of a muffled voice that I have a conversation with rather than the shouty ‘judgey’ devil fairy who used to make camp on my shoulder.
I guess a lot of me is in the photos I make.
I’m addicted to emotions and giving mamas (and papas!) a ticket back to these whirlwind days that seem so hazy when they’re happening but I’ve come out the other-side.
I get it.
This photo makes me feel. It’s a story. It’s raw. It’s real. And I will always try to weave these sort of photos into my family sessions as they are just as important as the smiley ones.
Thank you Vogue Italia for the feature.
11 May 2020