Mother – your art, your Letters, your photographs
How many ways are there for us to bloom, I wonder. For me, motherhood must be an expression of LOVE in art:
the little fingers and how they learn to pick up fat crayons, the words spoken and how they change trajectory, the stack of drawings you can’t throw away and how they timeline growth.
Do you know about the letters, the ones that Seth gathered for me that Christmas?
Those narratives have changed my life, the day-to-day that makes up a story and how your stories are also mine.
Several months ago, I picked them up newly, that stack over 600 pages high. When I received them I was a mother of three babies, but now I’m in a new phase with 4 boys – 3 growing gangly, piled up in a ruckus, and one rocking on hands and knees, trying to eat fuzz off the floor. I read because I need words of encouragement.
In turn, I write. I make art of my encouragement as best I can, and I document with images. I can whip out instagr.am like nobody’s business because motherhood is art.
My good, good husband gathered letters that began, “Dear Mother,” and he had absolutely no intention of doing anything with them but to put them under our Christmas tree. These few years later, they are my treasure, the voices of truth in my ear claiming my right and beautiful and messy position as Mother. Together with Squee! we want you to have a small collection of those voices, too, and we want you to be a part of the book.
***little side note: Y’ALL! Look how pretty the site is. I’m just so honored to have such a husband as Seth and such real-life friends as Holley and Stephanie. You mothers out there in this strange world? You have proved to me the power of story. Just thank you thank you thank you. And go on ahead and find me (@amberhaines) on Instagr.am. I’ll follow you back.