i like to have inside jokes with myself, like when i am running in the morning and i leap across the crosswalk and dance on the street corners. my neighborhood needs some pizazz, i tell you. and when dreamgirls is blasting in your ears after a ten year hiatus (wutz up rediscovering music i’d totally forgotten i’m in love with) you simply MUST dance.
i really wanted to capture that feeling of a mother and child here, that shared knowing, like the whole relationship is an inside joke that doesn’t need to be explained, a dance you intuitively know the steps to but still fall down a lot. whether anyone’s watching on the street corner, I just want to MOVE. That’s how I feel about motherhood too; I want to do it right for them, the babies, but also I want to do it right for me, because the practice of falling down and going at it again is hard, but they give me a soft place to land every time and for that I’ll never be able to thank my lucky stars enough.
you golden mamas trying so big and falling down so much, i love you. i love you when you’re on the ground in survival mode and i love you for seeing the light to try again.
HELLO. human on the other side of this screen. It’s me Brooke. human on this side of this screen. Here to tell you that your family matters and not just in the documentation of everybody smiling or the log of special activities you do. If you want something deeper than that, I’d love to be your girl. Contact me about your photo sesh and let’s make this happen.
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