Oct 162011
 

I was looking through my old babywearing photos for Steph earlier this week when I came across this previously unposted gem.

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Munchkin was three days away from turning three. We were showing another friend how to use her Mei Tai Carrier (which remains my all-time favorite carrier).

I look at that photo and I’m … happy. Wearing my boys was one of my favorite things about being an everyday mom. I loved having them close, feeling their hearts beat against mine. When they snuggled in against my chest and fell asleep, a peace washed over me. Wearing the Munchkin the few times that I did was an equally peaceful situation.

I just love the look on her face.

I look slightly — exhausted — because I was dealing with this:

Oh Big Brown Eyes

All by myself as my husband didn’t come with us. I think I have less lines under my eyes now, five years later. I also like myself more now, so there’s that.

All in all, it was lovely to come across that picture and remember and feel that joy that comes with being so close to the Munchkin at times. I savor those moments and those memories to make up for the times in between. My memory tank is getting low, but thankfully we have another visit coming up in less than a month. I hope to get some good pictures to help fill the next tank.

Though I can tell you this: I won’t have a picture of me wearing her in a carrier. She’s too tall, I’m too short and my back can’t even carry my youngest son right now. I’ll settle for smiling next to one another.

 Posted by at 11:40 am
Jul 182011
 

The pictures I have that show me with the Munchkin are limited. There are various reasons:

  • While on a visit, we’re so consumed with playing and laughing and doing things together, I sometimes forget to have my camera attached to my face. Shocking, I know.
  • When I do have my camera attached to my eye, usually on the last day or next to last day, I’m usually trying to capture the boys with their sister.
  • It’s the reality of the mommy photographer.
  • Uh, I like being behind the camera. I feel safe there.

But I remember, eventually, that I need to document the two of us together. What we look like on any given visit. I like bopping back through albums and seeing us together. Us together. That’s important to me. To have a visual representation of time spent together. To print out and hang up until the next visit. To share with friends and family and say, “Yes, that’s her. And me. Together.”

I’ve realized that I don’t always share them here. I get caught up in how I look and forget how to Own My Beauty and all that jazz. So, enough of that. (Though, note: Yes, I was that pink looking. In the scramble to get four kids in the pool — with my bad back — I forgot to sunblock-ify myself. Whoops!)

This is what we look like.

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This is what love looks like.

 Posted by at 6:01 pm