There are moments when it all feels too much.

When you’re unsure where you are in the swirl of nappies, silence, crying, kicks under the skin or tiny feet against your chest.

Photography, for me, has always been about stories and connection.

Not the posed or polished, but the real —

The glances, the rituals, the quiet gestures that tether us to our people. To love. To the life we’re in, even as it keeps shifting.

And for years, that was enough.

Telling stories. Saving memories.

Until I realised — it wasn’t.

Because what I really want to offer you…

is a place to be.

As you are.

To feel all that rises in you — the tenderness, the doubt, the power.

To let it move through you.

To not have to explain it.

Whether you are creating new life

or losing your sense of self in someone else’s breathing,

whether you are grounded or lost —

you are still whole.

And I want to witness that.

To reflect it back to you.

To say — even in the blur, there is beauty.

So that one day, when you look at these photographs,

you will remember:

you were strong.

You made it through.

You were already a mother — fully, completely — even before you had the words for it.

Just as you are now.