IS WORTH REMEMBERING
Life is beautifully chaotic with a newborn.
Your perception of time changes the moment they start growing. You wait for 9 months to meet them and when you do… Time changes. Life as you knew it is gone. It’s the dawn of a brand new day, a new story is unfolding.
As parents we are multitaskers and aspiring masters of (almost) every art out there. We juggle time like it was nobody’s business, but it still slips away.
You can’t be expected to remember it all.
The wrinkly toes, the little fluffy hairs covering their ears. The smiles that shine brighter than a thousand suns, of accomplishment and unconditional love.
But time is a thief. What happens when it all fades from memory? Who will tell your story then?
It doesn’t have to happen!
That’s a photo of me with my firstborn taken roughly 10 hours after birth by my husband. I was exhausted beyond belief, my body and brain were still working hard to process what had just happened. I was full of oxytocin and lost in my delightful newborn. The world could’ve exploded with green elephants, and I wouldn’t have cared.
Looking back on those first raw days as a new family I am eternally grateful for every image my husband took of me as a brand new mum. 7 years on and my memory is somewhat hazy. I went straight from birth to a christmas party in just over 24 hours. I had 4 family members visiting from overseas, staying at my house. I was not sleeping. My life was full, of chaos and of love. Had it not been for these photos I would have struggled to tell the story of Anakin’s first few days. But the greater loss would’ve been Anakin’s. Because soon these images will be all that is left.
As the photographer I rarely find myself on the other side of the camera. But that means my life as a mother is mostly documented by me, not of me. And that breaks my heart. And even more important to me, it will break my children’s hearts when they grow up and need to discover, remember, and explore their stories, and mine.