10/06/2026
Tonight I’m sharing some pictures I made of my little sister, who wrote her thesis over a period of 10 years while raising 4 beautiful children.
With motherhood, there is always more.
More love, and more washing.
A giving and a lessening, a cleaving and a shaping. A becoming.
An immersion in sheets and nappies and Lego underfoot.
In cereal crusted bowls and bath toys. In love poems in crayon and stick figure portraits that mean more than you could ever imagine.
In sticky fingers and eye rolls, in glances that lock on you from across the room and speak the world of trust in a blink of the eye.
A release of control.
A compromise on everything.
100 cold cups of tea, abandoned for some other pursuit.
A years worth of broken sleep, and then some..
The best things, the hardest things, the greatest act of creation.
And then,
There is always another load of washing.
