Writing in the Midst.

A short little essay on being a creative whilst being a mother

Hi friends, today I wanted to share this short essay I wrote a little while back about writing in the cracks of motherhood and just being a creative mother in general. I hope you like it!

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We’re playing with toys when a new idea pops into my head.

We’re driving to the playground as I craft it out in my mind.

I jump out of the shower early to write down an aha moment.

I write the post in the hushed two hours of nap time.

I press post early in the morning before the rest of the house is awake.

I write in the midst of it all.

I write in the middle of motherhood, through cracks in the moments and seams in the days.

I create because I have to, because it calls to me in the middle of the night when I’m supposed to be getting that precious sleep I so desperately need, because even when I’m resting I’m thinking of new ideas.

I write around the edges and sometimes I write smack dab in the middle of it all, with the tv blaring and loud shrieks of toddlerhood & fatherhood just outside my eyesight.

I write in our little house that we are outgrowing by the minute, never truly getting silence or alone time.

What even is alone time? Other than when I’m in the car headed to a photoshoot or sneak out long enough to take a bath at my parent’s house.

I write & I create & I photograph & I mother because it’s all one and the same, there is no beginning and end to these pieces of me.

And I hope that when my daughter is grown, she will know that I devoted myself to her just as deeply as I devoted myself to art. Because to create is to know God, and to birth is to trust in the power of the Universe.

So I write in between lines, in-between moments, and I mother because it’s the greatest honor I’ve ever received.

It all happens in the midst. In the mist. And I reach my arms out, hoping to find my own way along the way.