05/05/2026
I don’t think children remember motherhood the way adults talk about it.
Not as a list of tasks.
Not as the invisible labour.
Not as who booked the appointment or remembered library day.
They remember it in flashes.
The feel of your hand, the sound of your voice from the next room, the way you reached for them without thinking. The place they landed when they were hurt, tired, shy, proud, scared, or half asleep.
They remember the shape of your presence long before they understand the weight of it.
That’s part of why photographs matter. Because one day, they may want to look back and see your face turned toward them.
If being in the frame with your children has been quietly sitting on your heart, send me a message and I’ll guide you.