28/04/2026
Itâs okay to grieve the version of motherhood you thought youâd have.
No one told us it would feel like this â the contrast between the beauty and the weight. Letting go of the expectations. The identity shift that happens quietly, in between everything else. The tension between the mother you pictured and the one youâre actually becoming.
And somehow, in a world that expects mothers to hold it all together â so many of us are doing exactly that, without ever being fully seen.
The images that matter most are rarely the ones taken when everything feels ready. Theyâre the ones from the seasons that were hard to hold. The ones that will show you, years from now, how much you carried â and how fully you loved while you were carrying it.
Itâs why I photograph families. When I was pregnant with my son, I craved photographs that held the reality of it â the beauty in the vulnerability and weight of becoming. I wanted to be photographed by someone who saw me the way I wanted to see me.
These arenât just family photos. Theyâre the official story. The one that gets passed down, returned to, remembered. The photographs that tell you â and one day your children â who you really were in this season.
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