I’m a mama too. I already love you. I love your sweet little darlings. I love the good, the bad, and all the silly. You are amazing, and you are doing the most important job in the world. It would be an honor to photograph that which you hold most dear.
A free-write for Rivers during a 3am nursing:
When I became a mother I knew I had always been one.
He had been with me always.
An egg inside an egg inside an egg from the very beginning.
He and I and my mother and her mother and the world wars and the shifting continents
and every triceratops and that great day when the world seed cracked open from a bang or from the divine or from both
or from something completely other.
I heard “he’s beautiful” and a new creature was laid on my belly and I knew we had always been.
In the dark nights I hear a cough.
I hold my own breath and edge to the side of the bed and squint my eyes, desperate for a rise and fall of a tiny chest.
In that very moment it is the rise and fall of everything and everyone
and when it comes I fully believe the word miracle.
– Carrie King