If there’s an image that sums up my motherhood, in all it’s messy beauty and simplicity, it might be this one.
Me and my son, walking hand in hand through the mud and towards an open way for us to create our own path. Sometimes him leading, sometimes me. Both of us barefoot and breathing in the experience. A little dirty from sitting with our feelings. A little eager for what’s ahead.
This gorgeous image was captured by @sproutandblossombirth in the nursing mini-session she did for us when I was starting to recognize that part of our relationship as mother and child was nearing its end. This shoot was mostly just for me, and it is one of the things I will never regret doing for myself.
It’s a little glimpse into who we were and who we are becoming.