I normally take hundreds of photos every month, and usually most of them don’t get shared with anyone, let alone online. This month is a little different. I’ve taken fewer photos, and many of those that you see here have already been shared, either in other blog posts or on my Instagram. But because there are less images, it seems even more important to document as a collection the moments in time that these photos capture – they are an important part of our story. I created this blog as a way of documenting our lives, a way of watching the girls grow into who they’re going to be and a way of remembering who they once were. It’s something I want them to be able to look back on as they get older, because memories fade but (digital) photographs don’t.
It’s easy (and tempting) to only focus on sharing the fun bits, the memorable parts, the highlights and the celebrations like holidays or birthdays. But I’m learning more and more as I continue through this crazy journey of motherhood that it’s really important to me that I capture the ordinary, everyday times that we spend together as well. The bits of the jigsaw that fill in the gaps to complete the picture. The tantalising glimpses into who our girls are becoming.
The chaos, the calm and all the moments in between.
November has been a strange month. There have been lots of highs and lows. I’ve not really felt much like picking up my camera very much and it shows. I’ve felt the difference in myself as a result too.
And for once my worries about not having enough images are actually a reality. This is only a fraction of the number of photographs I would normally have to show. But even as I write that I’m questioning who decides how many are ‘enough’? Surely it’s me? And if I decide that these images are enough, then enough they must be. They represent our month. Indeed, the absence of images tells just as much of a story as the ones that are there.
Despite it being a smaller collection than usual, I still have new favourites. I love all of these photos but there are some that are extra special to me. Each and every one of them is part of what makes us who we are and each and every one of them tells part of our story.
This is us.