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These feet have yet to touch the ground, and so have only known to fly.
What a beautiful thought that is.

Newborn Photography by Kristen Cook // www.kristencook.com.au

Photo-a-Day 2016 :: Day 31

{Photo-a-Day Project: A personal project that I undertake every January for an entire month taking one photo a day of my children. This is the 8th year of this project.}

Kristen Cook Photo-a-Day January Project 2016 :: Day 31 // www.kristencook.com.au

I meet lots of mothers every week.
It’s one of many beautiful perks of my work.
I often talk with them about how they feel about parenting, often for the first time.
The answer is almost always the same.
“I don’t know”, they say with doubt in their eyes.
“I think it’s going ok? Everyone else seems to have it more together than I do”.
And I nod.
Because I understand.
I understand because inside, I still have this underlying fear I’m not doing it right.
I look at the two of you, and wonder what my next move is.
And then I ask myself –
Do you two know that I don’t know what I’m doing?
Do you yet realise I’m just making it up along the way?
At what point will you notice this?
And will you then resent me for it?
This parenting thing hard.
Ridiculously hard.
And just when you think you have a hang of it,
You don’t.
Not even close.
And the truth is, I’m not sure anyone ever does.
As a parent, you just have to put one foot in front of the other
Each and every day
Because it’s the only thing you know how to do
And the only thing you’re certain of.
There is no ‘right’.
No instruction manual.
No majestic path to enlightenment.
Just steps.
One foot and then the next.
And on the hardest days, I forget.
I watch other parents taking steps on that well worn path beside me.
They look so confident.
So enchanted with the process.
Some even begin to run.
Who are these people?
The ones of myths and legends.
Some days I watch their dust fly as they skip along their path,
Longing to know what they know and how they run it with such ease.
I walk.
One foot and then the next.
Then I feel someone grab my hand.
And then the other.
I look down and see these faces.
Faces that I have looked at every day,
Can map every feature with just my breath.
My heart.
Oh, my heart.
Right here.
There may be no right way to do this.
But you are as close to right as I will get.
Right here.
And it’s then that I realise…
Somehow along the way
I began to run too.
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Photo-a-Day 2016 :: Day 30

{Photo-a-Day Project: A personal project that I undertake every January for an entire month taking one photo a day of my children. This is the 8th year of this project.}

Kristen Cook Photo-a-Day January Project 2016 :: Day 30 // www.kristencook.com.au

Even when you’re alone
You’re with all your favourite friends.

Photo-a-Day 2016 :: Day 29

{Photo-a-Day Project: A personal project that I undertake every January for an entire month taking one photo a day of my children. This is the 8th year of this project.}

Kristen Cook Photo-a-Day January Project 2016 :: Day 29 // www.kristencook.com.au

The “I’m not ready for photos yet” photo.
A classic that shall be repeated in the future, I have no doubt.

Photo-a-Day 2016 :: Day 28

{Photo-a-Day Project: A personal project that I undertake every January for an entire month taking one photo a day of my children. This is the 8th year of this project.}

Kristen Cook Photo-a-Day January Project 2016 :: Day 28 // www.kristencook.com.au

“Did you know…?”, you always say.
In the same tone.
Every time.
Then you pause.
“Did you know… you can see all the way to the shops from our house?”
Thanks Bucket.
Noted.

Photo-a-Day 2016 :: Day 27

{Photo-a-Day Project: A personal project that I undertake every January for an entire month taking one photo a day of my children. This is the 8th year of this project.}

Kristen Cook Photo-a-Day January Project 2016 :: Day 27 // www.kristencook.com.au

Because noses are good for that.

Photo-a-Day 2016 :: Day 26

{Photo-a-Day Project: A personal project that I undertake every January for an entire month taking one photo a day of my children. This is the 8th year of this project.}

Kristen Cook Photo-a-Day January Project 2016 :: Day 26 // www.kristencook.com.au

I wish I could say that I had planned this
And take credit for it
That I was one of those super organised mothers on Australia day today
And I had this big craft activity in mind.
But you sourced the toilet paper rolls from the bin yourself
(Great…)
Grabbed the sticky tape
Invaded your art box
And created your very own homemade didgeridoos.
Complete with kookaburra calls, and fart noises.
Yep.
‘Straya.

Photo-a-Day 2016 :: Day 25

{Photo-a-Day Project: A personal project that I undertake every January for an entire month taking one photo a day of my children. This is the 8th year of this project.}

Kristen Cook Photo-a-Day January Project 2016 :: Day 25 // www.kristencook.com.au

You teach me
How the quietest of moments
Bring the loudest clarity.

Photo-a-Day 2016 :: Day 24

{Photo-a-Day Project: A personal project that I undertake every January for an entire month taking one photo a day of my children. This is the 8th year of this project.}

ALT Kristen Cook Photo-a-Day January Project 2016 :: Day 24 // www.kristencook.com.au

I can give the best cuddles when you’re feeling down.
I can kiss your owies when you fall.
I can recite all of your favourite things.
I can sing at the top of my lungs with you in the car.
I can remember every single freckle on your skin
But
I can’t throw you across the bed the way you like.
I can’t tickle you with that certain squeal you give.
I can’t play stacks on with this much enthusiasm
But daddy can.

Photo-a-Day 2016 :: Day 23

{Photo-a-Day Project: A personal project that I undertake every January for an entire month taking one photo a day of my children. This is the 8th year of this project.}

Kristen Cook Photo-a-Day January Project 2016 :: Day 23 // www.kristencook.com.au

I once made a promise
That every year I would document your curls.
And the last few years that has had to change.
The curls have dropped.
Chopped.
Disappeared.
Instead, you tell me you don’t want the long hair which encourages their growth .
“Shorter”, you keep telling me.
And I do.
Begrudgingly.
Yet this is one image every year that brings the most nostalgia.
It remains the constant reminder of the time that’s passed.
The part of your childhood I cling to with all strength.
“Shorter”, you say.
“Longer”, I beg Time.

For memories //
Year One.
Year Two.
Year Three.
Year Four.
Year Five.
Year Six.
Year Seven.