Greenville Studio Child Photographer: On Being Called Mama
It was about 7 years ago this month that we found out we were expecting our first baby.
My husband’s first words upon seeing the pregnancy test:
“You’re having twins.”
And he was right. Meet my sweet baby girls, Aeralind and Bronwyn.
I wanted girls. I prayed hard for them to be girls. I only have a sister. I adore their little brother Sedryn, but the unknown frightened me during this first pregnancy.
These girls are amazing. Their bond is fierce. A couple of weeks ago they declared they would live together when they grew up. When asked what their husbands might think about that, my Bronwyn said “We’ll just have one.”
I’m daily overwhelmed by the task of helping them grow to see their story is beautiful. That their joys and struggles are all sweet amazing grace. That they are, without a doubt, a miracle with potential to create.
I want to freeze them now. Their wild discovering spirits. The unexpected sassy-ness. The logical little minds just soaking every moment in and saying such hilarious things.
Sometimes I feel so inadequate for this job of mothering these free spirits. I fail so many times. I see my words and actions crush their little hearts. I say sorry often.
It’s funny: these babies really birth us into becoming better, compassionate, less selfish people. It’s hard work helping little ones grow when you’re still growing up yourself.