Messy Life


For some reason, I feel very much like capturing all the messiness of real life lately. I love the photographs that completely and cleverly crop out all the disaster surrounding the subject, but, right now, I’m also loving the ones in which the disaster is the subject. Because the laundry isn’t always folded, the kitchen isn’t always clean, the flowers on the table aren’t always fresh, and the baby isn’t always happy. But that’s life. Real life, in all its messy glory. I kind of want the kids to remember that a little bit, so that when they’re going through those inevitable seasons when they don’t have their acts together, they’ll remember that it’s okay.


Also, I think it’s important to remember that, when one has a baby, one should expect to just take the next three months off. It will save a lot of angst to know that if you get the laundry done and dinner on the table, you are a rock star mom.

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  1. This is wonderful! When I first became a mother, I remember thinking to myself, “It was never this hard for Mama.”–meaning my own mother. She assured me that life/the house was messy a lot of the time if not most! That was just the way it was. I never remember anything except how wonderful my childhood was and how beautiful and cozy home was and how competent my mother seemed and how easy she made mothering look. I think what you are doing is a great thing for you children. And even though it’s not all perfect, I still find your pictures as beautiful as any art in a museum.

    1. Jenny, thank you so much for these beautiful words! I bet you are a great mama, too, and I’m looking forward to visiting your blog a little later, when the day is ending and there’s a bit of quiet.

  2. All the pics of your new little big guy remind me of my JP, as most of his baby pics are much the same. To this day he’s still… Intense and loud.

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