A Love Letter to the Moms Who Are in It Right Now
It’s May—which means Mother’s Day is in the air—and it felt like the right time to write this. I’ve also heard people call this season “Maycember” and honestly, it fits. It’s not the holidays, but it feels like a similar level of crazy with end-of-school madness, sports, concerts, field trips, theme days, and a million things in between.
So this is for all of us in the trenches, juggling calendars, checklists, and carpool lines while trying to hold actual conversations with other adults.
Does anyone else feel like they’ve lost 75% of their vocabulary lately? I find myself saying something like, “Do you eat food? I also eat food,” and hoping people just nod politely 😂.
Motherhood is a wild (and amazing) ride.
Just the other day, I was helping my oldest try on a new outfit for his orchestra concert. We were laughing because the buttons on his dress shirt were so stiff that neither of us could get them fastened.
Five minutes later, I was in our bedroom, crying to my husband. I had suddenly remembered how, when he was a baby, I used to dress him up in little outfits and do our own “baby fashion shows” in the afternoon. I’d sit him in our recliner, and take pictures of him in his cute outfit.
And that’s motherhood, isn’t it? One minute you’re giggling over shirt buttons, and the next your heart is bursting because time is moving so fast. It’s the joy of seeing who your kids are becoming, mixed with the bittersweet ache of missing who they used to be.
It reminds me of that line from the movie Inside Out, when Joy says to Sadness, “Wherever I go, you go too.” That’s motherhood. That’s life. A mix of laughter and nostalgia, pride and tenderness—all at once.
And while I’m here, on a photography note: Moms, please get in the photos.
So often, we’re the ones behind the camera, capturing the magic for everyone else. But it’s just as important—vital, really—that you exist in those photos too. Not just at the professional sessions (though I’ve got you covered there), but in everyday moments. Hop in some phone photos. Even if you're in sweats and haven’t touched your hair or makeup. That’s part of the story too.
Because one day, your kids will look back—and they won’t care if your eyeliner was perfect or your hair was brushed. They’ll see you. The one who was there. The one who loved them through it all.
And if you ever want to be sure you’re in the photos—standing in soft light, in a flattering pose, in that outfit you picked just for the occasion—I’m always here for that. Let’s make it happen together.
To all the mamas out there: I hope your Mother’s Day was beautiful and that “Maycember” treats you gently this year. You’re doing amazing.
