02/21/2026
Motherhood doesn’t always look like stillness.
Sometimes it looks like full hands, loud laughter, tangled limbs, and letting go of control.
Of course we want the beautiful portraits, the ones that live on our walls and show up on Christmas cards year after year. But these are the images that make me feel something deep. The ones that pull me back into a very specific season of motherhood.
I imagine our children flipping through their albums someday, remembering what it felt like to roll in the grass or on the living room floor with mom. Free to be silly, free to be exactly who they were. Every season is worth remembering.
