For quite some time, I have thought about my story, as a woman and a mother. Many hours have been spent brainstorming ideas on how to best capture these fleeting days. I am not a scrapbooker. Not one of my boys has a photo album. Oh, I have the photos, all stored and organized in boxes. And I am now OK with them being stored in that manner. But like all other mamas, I want desperately to freeze the tiny blink-of-an-eye moments, when the stars and moon align perfectly, when you look down at your child and know they are yours, you are theirs, and all is right with the world. When you know you are in the exact place you were meant to be.
I have been chomping at the bit for three weeks now (for those of you Northerners, that means excited beyond containment) to share the news of a new project. A shared project. With another mama of three boys. A fellow Texan. A lover of nature and all that is out of doors. An amazingly creative woman and teacher. A person to whom I feel deeply connected to despite never having meeting to face. A sister mama.
If we were not so many miles apart, I know Stefani of Blue Yonder fame and I would share coffee, tea for her, on the one morning each week when all six of our children are at school. We would meet for margaritas once in awhile when we both need a little time to cut loose. We might watch the other's children while one of us gets our hair cut or needs to tend to other business. I would not care if she dropped in unannounced, dishes piled in the sink and cobwebs in the corners because I will have already seen her house in the same state. Heck, we might even dissect owl pellets together. We joke in emails back and forth that we must have been separated at birth. I can not think of anyone I would rather share this experience with.
We have been quietly working for the past three weeks getting the new space just how we want it. I have been nervous, excited, anxious. I am a perfectionist about some things. (the dusting of my house is not one of them I assure you). But this project is mildly scary for me for many reasons. Because I love to write and my writing is very wordy. Because I generally feel the need to explain things in great detail. Because I process events and problems by talking them through. So, now with a huge breath, opening ourselves up in a new way, Six One Way begins. A quiet without words glimpse at me, at us. Letting the photos tell the stories.
Two mothers
Six boys between us
One love of learning and taking photographs
Join us will you? As each Monday morning Stefani and I each share three photos, six in all, of our journey through motherhood.