Tag: Motherhood
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Wide Open
My daughter moves through the house aloofly, often on the make, keeping herself on the periphery. It is strange to see. I flatter myself by questioning: is this why I took so many photographs of her last year? Some sort of pre-emptive foresight that she’d soon be more independent, moving out of the fold. My…
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Just Outside the Frame
Motherhood exists in constant flux. Caregiving shifts as my children grow, and I face a reckoning with how quickly intimacy transforms into independence. My focus is on the everyday, moments that might pass unnoticed. Taking a photograph requires me to step outside the moment, even when my role as a mother usually demands I stay…
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Sitting
My son finds sitting for me hard and being in my painting room frustrating He says, ‘What is the point of all this? All these pictures, if they’re just going to sit here?’ I try to reassure him Its ok, I enjoy it The point is to try to see better They might go somewhere He wants a fiver for sitting for me For him now things are…
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Sunday afternoon
Transcribed from my writing above: Tackled 3 loads of washing, 2 wet, 1 dry, folded and put away, Eden waited by the bed, while I walked from draws to wardrobes, the boys built a fort slide in their bedroom, I cleaned mold off the bathroom tiles, then I jumped with them, on the mess of…