A Mother's Day Lesson... Teenhood.

I have been working on the branding of my photography business. I wasn't sure if this would fit to post about. After some thought, I decided absolutely. I am a lifestyle photographer specializing in connection... the more life I live, the more life I can show.

Every Mother’s Day Eve, I dash to the store to grab a few breakfast items that ... “we just happen to have in the house”. Raspberries, muffins, yogurt, something really easy for little hands to create a masterpiece with.

Mother’s Day would come and I would hear a huge commotion coming from the kitchen (think 5 am) and then giggling with little footsteps coming up the stairs. I'd close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

“Happy Mother’s Day” I would hear as I opened my eyes with great surprise. They would then speak over each other to explain exactly which part they were responsible for. This started when my oldest was about seven.

However this year is different, this year I have teens. One is sleeping, one is watching TV and I am sure, the raspberries, muffins, and yogurt will sit still until I offer it to them. Admittedly it’s a little sad, but important? Absolutely.

We spend all our time teaching them and trying to help them grow up into beautiful independent individuals. Yet at the same time, we are growing with life’s little lessons on how to take a step back and let go a little. This morning was actually the perfect expression of motherhood to me. A reminder that they are right where they are supposed to be, and doing exactly what they’re supposed to be doing. Teenhood.

A nice checkpoint for me too that I am on the right track. It is good, it is all good and soon I will make breakfast for them, and make them clean up.

And honor and a privilege, even on the rough days.