In 1998 I was vising the home of my friend’s parents. Their front room was large and beautiful, but the part that affected me the most was an enormous portrait on the high-ceilinged wall of a mother and her baby. It must have been taken 30 years ago, but the feeling in the picture was magical.
At the time, I had just had my 3rd baby, and I thought how wonderful it would be if I could have a portrait done with my newborn… something that would create the same cherished feelings of love for family as that portrait had done for me. But at the time we couldn’t afford it, so it never happened.
Each time I had a baby after that, I wanted to get a portrait done, but either lack of money or lack of time always prohibited us from accomplishing such a thing. I didn’t worry too much about it, because I always felt like I’d have another opportunity with the next baby. Surely by then we’d have the prosperity to warrant it.
Well, we just had our seventh, and last. Knowing that I did not ever expect to have another baby, I knew that this had to happen now or never. I would not accept excuses this time! Sure, money could be spent on more important things, and I don’t feel like I have an overabundance of time at my disposal, but I was not going to let this opportunity pass me by this time. These pictures were going to represent motherhood for me… and baby Sarah would represent all of my children, each one.
There was still one other obstacle to overcome, which I think only other parents of newborns would understand. I hadn’t really thought about the physical workout it would require! I’m only just over 3 weeks post-partum, and getting it done was tougher than I thought it would be. But I did it. Why do I share this in my blog? Because I’m celebrating!!!! Another dream came true. I mentioned on a teleclass the other day that we should focus on dreams that can bring a tear to our eye. This one always did for me.
To see my brand-new little collection of mommy-baby portraits, click here.