I feel it most in the quiet moments.
The weight of their bodies against mine—their tiny limbs draped over me, their heads nestled into the crook of my neck, their fingers absentmindedly tracing my skin.
It’s a weight I know I won’t carry forever.
One day, they won’t climb into my lap as easily. One day, I’ll realize it’s been weeks since I last carried them up the stairs, their sleepy body melting into mine. One day, I’ll set them down and never pick them up again.
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Motherhood is Measured in Moments
No one tells you how much of motherhood is about letting go.
It happens slowly, in the smallest ways:
✨ The first time they pull away from your hand to walk on their own.
✨ The day they decide they’re “too big” to be rocked to sleep.
✨ The quiet realization that their legs now dangle past your hips when you carry them.
You don’t notice at first.
And then one day, you do.
And it takes your breath away.
Because no one warns you about the last times—the last time they call you “mama” instead of “mom,” the last time they crawl into your bed in the middle of the night, the last time they instinctively reach for you before running into the world.
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The Weight of Time
Time moves in two directions when you’re a mother—too slow in the moment, too fast in the memory.
The days feel endless, stretched between snack requests, laundry piles, and the constant hum of mama, mama, mama. You countdown to bedtime, craving just a moment of quiet.
And then suddenly, you blink… and the years have slipped through your fingers like sand.
You wonder how the baby who once fit perfectly against your chest is now a child who barely fits in your arms. You wonder if you soaked it all in enough, if you memorized the way they felt, if you held them tightly enough before they outgrew your arms.
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Why We Need to Capture the Small Moments
This is why I believe in documenting motherhood as it is. Not just the milestones, not just the birthdays and posed family portraits—but the in-between.
💛 The slow, sleepy mornings when they curl into your lap.
💛 The weight of their body resting against yours, trusting you completely.
💛 The ordinary, fleeting moments that don’t feel like much—until they’re gone.
One day, these will be the photos you treasure most. The ones that transport you back, that make you close your eyes and remember exactly how it felt to have them this small, this close, this yours.
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A Reminder for Every Mother in the Thick of It
If you are in a season of life where little bodies still press into yours—hold them a little longer today. Let them climb into your lap, let them wrap their arms around your neck, let them rest their head on your shoulder.
Because one day, they won’t.
And you will miss the weight of them.
If you’re ready to document these fleeting moments before they slip away, book here and let’s create something beautiful together
