Enfin des mots... & encore des images...

Quelques bribes des dernières semaines...

Cracher sur les listes, les courses, les deadlines

Savourer ce moment à ne rien faire dans un parking. seule. 

& écouter la guitare & les mots d'Hubert Felix Thiefaine à la radio

Envoyer paître les regards des passants

& fermer ses yeux & poser sa tête

écouter la musique. 

Being a mother is not a hobby. It's the hardest thing I've ever done. It is to grow. To fail. To learn. To become. 

In the hardest moments you learn the most.

There are days where I feel my life is a constant construction area. Rarely ressembling the intended design. All I can see is dust. Dust everywhere. 

Some days out of love. Simply out of stock.

All I want is to fly far away. Light. Free. Or simply blind & deaf to his cries & complaints & fevers. 

All I want is to sleep. Breath. Run. Fast. Sleep again.

Raising children requires the best we have to give...

Taking silly moments for what it is. A silly moment. 

Stop thinking the whole point of life is... responsability.

Being present.

Laying down our rights.

Constantly rediscovering this new identity of mother.

Giving yourself grace.

Loving. true & simple.

Taking time to pause & listen to this so sweet lil voice.

Catching a glimpse of this oh so deep & pure look.

Holding tight this lil man against my beating heart.

Refusing to make life an emergency.

I'm not here to unload the dishwasher at lightning speed, but to bend low to kiss away tears. 

Amazing grace. How sweet...