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Motherhood Collective ~ Vol. 9

 

Having a 20 year old son and two little boys, I found my heart swelling, my breath turn shallow as I fight back tears, and my head nodding at exactly how true this poem has proven true for me.
I really wanted to share it in this post because after all, it is all about motherhood.

For One Last Time

“From the moment you hold your baby in your arms, you will never be the same.
You might long for the person you were before,
When you had freedom and time,
And nothing in particular to worry about.
You will know tiredness like you never knew it before,
And days will run into day that are exactly the same,
Full of feedings and burping,
Nappy changes and crying,
Whining and fighting,
Naps or Lack of naps,
It might seem like a never-ending cycle.

But don’t forget…
There is a last time for everything.
There will come a time when you will feed your baby for the very last time.
They will fall asleep on you after a long day
And it will be the last time you ever hold your sleeping child.
One day you will carry them on your hip, then set them down,
And never pick them up that way again.
You will scrub their hair in the bath one night
And from that day on they will want to bathe alone.
They will hold your hand to cross the road,
Then never reach for it again.
They will creep into your room at midnight for cuddles,
And it will be the last night you ever wake to his.
One afternoon you will sing “the wheels on the bus”
and do all the actions,
Then never sing them that song agin.
They will kiss you goodbye at the school gate,
The next day they will ask to walk to the gate alone.
You will read a final bedtime story and wipe your last dirty face.
They will run to you with arms raised for the very last time.

The thing is, you won’t ever know it’s the last time
Until there are no more times.
And even then, it will take you a while to realize.

So while you are living in these times,
remember there are only so many of them
and when they are gone, you will yearn for just one more day of them.
For one last time.”
~Author Unknown

Be sure to continue the blog circle with my friend Heather Carraway with Heather Carraway Photography.

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Motherhood stretches you, changes you, fills you in ways nothing else can.
These are the days when time both stretches and disappears. One day blends into the next, and suddenly they’re a month old.
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2025, you were full in the best way.
This year in the studio looked like little fingers wrapped around mama’s hand, brand new babies settling into safe arms, tiny smiles turning into belly laughs, and families learning how to just be together long enough for it to show.
I’m still undone by how fast it all goes.
Thank you for trusting me with your season. 
For showing up tired, hopeful, pregnant, postpartum, joyful, tender, and real.
These highlights are a little love letter to the families I got to work with in 2025.
Here’s to more connection, more presence, and more moments that actually matter.
Eight years of tradition.
Eight years of families walking through these doors, year after year.

Some of these kids have been coming since they were babies. Some have grown up and moved on, and that feels just as meaningful. Being a small part of their childhood memories is something I’m truly grateful for.

Here’s a glimpse into a full day of quiet moments, nervous smiles, whispered conversations, and the calm magic that happens before Santa even says hello.

I’m deeply grateful to the families who trust me with this tradition, and to the Santa who has shown up year after year and become part of so many childhood memories.

When I first started this, I had no idea how it would be received. I’m so grateful it’s become part of so many families’ holiday traditions.