People Get Old

Hi, its me, its Rose!

Im a real person and, if youre reading this post, its very possible that you and I are a lot alike.

Because primarily, Im a mum to my 3 radical hellcats: Bill (5.5), Chloë (3.5) and Lydia (1.5). I am so incredibly lucky to have not one but two jobs that I love (newborn and family photography, dream gig right?!!) and not one or two but THREE crazy children to fill my hours and days with yelling and fighting and sticky messes and so much love, love love. It is so busy being a working mum and probably about once every hour I get a mild panic of “Oh my god, Im not being PRESENT in this moment. Im emailing, Im scrolling IG, Im thinking about photography, Im thinking about something other than soaking in every single moment of my babys ever changing face!!!! ITS ALL GOING TOO FAST”

Taking pictures of my tiny newborns and growing babies and my changing family has helped me to feel that its not all slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. When I can go back and re-live the tiny details of all of my babies - the toes, the cradle cap, the whisps of newborn hair - maybe it sounds crazy, but I feel that anxiety ease when I see those pictures. Because even though yes, time is passing and my newborn baby isnt even really a baby anymore (barely even a toddler now), I can still see and hold the babies they were. The little hints of the people they were already becoming.

In the words of one of my favourites, Lori McKenna “Time is a thief, pain is a gift, You live long enough and the people you love get old.” So heres to the pain, to being lucky enough to watch our children change, to getting old.