“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
Looking back over my photos from this week, it is the ones of me and Arthur together that stand out the most. I know it’s cheating a little bit to call this a portrait of him, but in my defence he still, even as a confident and independent three year old, feels in many ways like an extension of my self.
I wonder if it always feels like that, being a mother? There’s a quote it brings to mind:
“Making the decision to have a child – it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body” Elizabeth Stone
For me these toddler years, with all of their wonder and challenge, are a critical moment in this. Perhaps it is because I have chosen a route through parenting where we are very much attached, but it is only now that I am really starting to feel us begin to articulate our separateness. Him as an incredible bundle of energy and potential, me as a whole new creature to the one I was before I bore him.
It’s exciting, but it brings with it too a sense of loss.
The cuddles help with that though. And this week we have loved exploring our together-yet-apart bodies through yoga. By which I mean mainly me attempting to rediscover well-worn poses whilst he clambers delightedly all over me.
I pretend to be annoyed that it makes it near impossible to practice how I used to, but secretly I love it.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.