Seasons of Motherhood | A December Tale

My birthday was at the weekend and it was a special one. Not in terms of years (though I won’t linger too much here!) but in terms of simplicity, location and bucket loads of gratitude.

It’s been months of further lock-downs, school year groups out having to self isolate, and us as parents feeling like she only ever came out of her bedroom for survival purposes. To eat, drink and use the bathroom. The teen’s domain, the safe space, the social hub with every household screen and device holding a friend of hers, all sat within those four walls. I’m certain these friends’ bedrooms must have all looked and felt the same.

This day she became mine again for a few hours. We ran around that shoreline like crazed unleashed fiends until the sun went down. Then we sat drinking hot chocolate on the headland as it finally disappeared into the ocean.

This is Artifact Motherhood; a collaboration of artists from around the world who have come together to share our stories of the joys and struggles of our journey. Through our writings and visual records, we want to create memories that are more than photographs with dates written on the back. These are the artifacts we are leaving behind for our children and for generations to come.

This entry is the third in a series called “Seasons of Motherhood” and is meant to be one picture and one caption that represents our current journey/season of motherhood.

Please visit the next artist in our blog circle, the talented Jess Cheetham and continue through all the artists until you get back to me.