NJ Portrait Photographer.
I was recently speaking with a friend about the fact that my oldest is never home anymore. She is 7. It’s that tricky age where she’s not big enough to be a tween, but too old to be a baby. We’ve have reached child status. For a really long time I never saw myself as the mother of a child. I wanted to always have a “baby on hip” because frankly, that’s really how I saw myself. From the time I was old enough to want kids someday, I never pictured those imaginary babies as a day older then 3. But here we are. Time has a way of making you see the very things you never imagined you would. Gracen, my oldest, has long since out grown her babyhood. As a photographer and a mother I am constantly searching her face for traces of the baby I had not so long ago. It feels like someone stole that curiously fat baby and replaced her with this long limbed, lean child with impossibly long curls and wide set brown eyes. I would almost write her off as a completely different person except for the fact that seven year old Gracen has the same butt chin and same, I am in charge of this entire world, attitude.
There will come a day where I look back on these photos and she will have grown yet again. These will seem like baby photos by comparison to a fourteen year old version of this very girl.
These images focus on her now- adult teeth on a child’s jaw line. A child’s head supporting a mop of sun kissed curly hair. Floppy feet and knobby knees stretching as far as the eye can see toward womanhood. We are in the great in between. She is first effort toward whatever I have wonderful to gift to this world.
