My journey through motherhood travels side by side with my journey through photography. As I discovered the subtleties of my baby and what made him unique, what made him happy, what made him tick, I also discovered the nuances of my camera, how to use it to bring out the beauty in my baby and his world. Being a mommy suddenly made it important to become a decent photographer. But then gradually, becoming a better photographer allowed me to be a better mom.
Photography was the tool I used to capture the precious moments of my own babies, and then eventually other people’s sweet babies too. But as time passed, I discovered that photography soothed my soul, and made me happy. And the more I was able to experience that happiness, the more fulfilled I became, the more peaceful I became, the better mother I became.
And so that’s why I believe that on that day, 13 years ago, everything changed. A baby was born. And a mother was born. And even a photographer was born.
I know my journey through motherhood is still only just beginning, and in some ways I feel like that naive new mother again, clueless as to what teen years will bring. But today, I sit thankful for the gift I’ve been given to be mom to this awkward but oh so handsome teenaged boy, and to his spunky sister, and playful brother. And I also sit thankful to him, and to them, for being the reason I pursued my passion. I thank them for making me a mom, and a photographer.
Happy birthday, Scotty boy. Dad and I could not be prouder.