I wake up. Scurry around in a frenzy. Enjoy peaceful hours during nap time. Then scurry about some more until before I know it my head is on the pillow. Then, the sun comes up and it starts all over again the next day.
My days are 100% focused on family, work and the house. I rarely think about who I am; and who I’ve become.
Today, I thought about me.
It was one of those rare moments where I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and noticed that I looked older; not old….but older. Older than I remember looking the last time I took the time to notice. I liked it.
I feel less like a girl and more like a woman. More independent. Stronger. Less awkward. More confident. Less cute. More beautiful.
So, I put on some make-up and decided to document this day.
I want to be able to look back someday at pictures of my beautiful self at 26 (and 36, 46, 56, etc) and remember who I was at that point in time.
Nearly all the pictures in our home are of JBird, Mountain Man, or Toby Dog. I’m always the one behind the lens. I don’t want to miss out on mementos of myself.
Since this crazy journey of parenthood began, It’s been difficult to keep my identity alive. That’s why days like today are special to me. Just a camera and me (whoever me is at the moment).