04/07/2020
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I'm scared that I'm starting to forget. All the earlier incarnations of you that I thought I never could.
The crawling you. The cruising you. The obsessed with pots and pans you. The you where every other word is perfectly mispronounced.
Is motherhood just a state of constant nostalgia? Of looking back, whilst moving forward. Or do we get to stay still for a bit at any point?
I see a photo from just a few months earlier and am floored by how much you've changed. How much we both have.
How is it possible to have lived through so many different and distinct epochs in just under three years.
So I write them all down. In an attempt to stop that old thief called time. And hope that the words on a page are enough to capture and retain the feeling. To do it justice without romanticising.
Because there's plenty I'd like to forget too.
I guess the important things...stay.
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Words: Karen McMillan (Mother Truths)
Image: Love, Naava : Fine Art