It seems like I just became a mom yesterday. Though my babies are in school (elementary and preschool), I still think of them as my babies, and I still think of them as being so very young.
Until I see another baby, a real baby, up close.
Sometimes we're so focused on taking pictures of our family that we forget to take pictures of our home. I never knew how important this was until I had children of my own, and after searching, I found precious few photos of the home where I grew up. Something happens when we become a parent; we start to think about our own childhood in ways we never really did before having children.
This family asked for photos after their third child, a daughter, was born.
But life kind of got in the way, and the session was postponed. And then someone had the flu, so the session was postponed. And then I had surgery, so the session was postponed. But finally, earlier this year, we managed to find a date that worked, and the stars aligned and everyone remained healthy, and what happened when I arrived can be seen in the photos herein.
It wasn't that long ago that I got a request from a woman I know to photograph her boys at the local skate park. She's said that her boys loved going there to ride their scooters and watch in awe as the "big boys" rode their skateboards.
There is something so beautiful and so pure and so innocent about babies. And it isn't just that they are tiny and soft and delicate. It's more than how deeply they trust and how vulnerable they seem. It's that they give us hope for the future. Babies remind us that there is goodness and purity in the world; that there exists the potential for a love so strong and so deep that it defies explanation.
Last summer, my family went to Long Beach Island for a week. It was our first time down there, despite having lived in New Jersey my entire life.
I have two girls, so having boys, and three of them, live in my home is a phenomenon that I simply can't wrap my mind around.
But this mom, and this dad... They had it all under control.
When I was little, my parents let me sit on the counter when they were cooking. Sometimes I helped, other times not. I always observed, though. Loved watching them "dance" around the kitchen turning individual ingredients into whole meals that provided my family with both nourishment and love. It was wonderful.
I have two children, and I can remember those first few hazy moments with each new baby. The overwhelming love. The soul-filling joy I felt from looking at their tiny little fingers and toes, their soft skin, and their sweet facial features. I remember thinking, "Wow. You're here, in front of me. You're really here."
I have always been a bit of a voyeur. Driving around at night when I was a child (and an adolescent, and a young adult, and an adult at the age I am now), I always loved looking into people's windows.
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Do you remember those first few baths when your little one really was little? Do you remember the anxiety and the worry? What on earth am I supposed to do? What if I get water up his nose? What if he screams the whole time?
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Almost as soon as I announced that I would be booking documentary photography sessions, this family was on board. They have two small boys, ages almost 5 and almost 2. And, if you ask me, these boys can be counted among the world's sweetest human beings.