A Normal Day
On October 18th, my daughter was born and I became the mother of three children. Hundreds of miles away, on the same day, another baby girl was born and another woman added the third child to her family. We were complete strangers at that time, but our love of photography and family brought us together. We started to have a conversation about motherhood with images, because we tell stories with our cameras. Since some tales are so similar, and some are not, we decided to collaborate and share a photo a week from a normal day as a mother to three.
“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”
― Mary Jean Irion
I've driven past this hill and sign, a monumental cross that overlooks Boston from Revere, for as long as I've lived here, which is getting to be a long time. Finally, I had the time. Just ten minutes. I had to see it. I'm not religious anymore, but how can you pass up a glance at a three story religious symbol overlooking your city. I weaved through a rough little neighborhood to get to the shrine at the top of the hill, climbed out of the car, and while the cross was cool, at the very edge of the hill was this view. I love this city. I love Revere. I'm crazy like that. I love going to weird, off beat hills to take in my gray, snowy city. Kid free afternoon bliss.
Photo by Click Click Love
