Memories are made of this.......

This post is for week 23 of Tara Cains Gallery. The prompt this week is Memories. So many images I could have chosen that represent an important memory for me; photographs from my childhood; my time at university; my early adulthood spent living in London. All of these periods in my life have shaped the person I am today, but none as much as becoming a Mother. Every moment spent with my wee Prince is a future memory in the making.

The memories started before he was even born. The first glimpse of him on the scan. The first time I felt him move. All precious and stored away in those memory banks.

The images below are of moments etched firmly in my memories. The first time I realised I might be carrying a boy (we chose not to know the sex of the baby) was during my 20 week scan. A huge foot loomed out of the darkness at the bottom of the screen. 'There's no way that foot belongs to a girl', I had said to Mr Nudie. I was right.

When the Little Prince finally emerged, one of the first things I did (after I'd seen his dangly bits) was look at his feet. As I suspected, they were huge. They still are. This photograph has pride of place in our house because it represents one of my first significant memories of Motherhood.

The Gallery. Motherhood.

The Gallery. Week 15: Motherhood.

The theme for The Gallery over at Sticky Fingers this week is Motherhood. Not as easy as it sounds. Trying to define what Motherhood means to me in just one image is difficult as I have so many images of my little boy that make me proud, bring tears to my eyes and all of the other emotions that you can feel in just one day as a Mother.
I chose this one eventually. It's special because there aren't many photographs of us together and because he's still very newborn in it. This means that I was still caught up in the haze of new Motherhood. Remember that? I would spend hours marvelling at the wonder of my own creation and not quite believing it was really happening at all.

I want to share a little story that sums up Motherhood for me right now. My Little Prince is completely obsessed with the film UP at the moment. This evening, I was on my way home from work still pondering what I was going to write for this post. I opened a message from Mr Nudie that made me well up in the same way this photograph does. He was watching UP with the boy after collecting him from nursery and had been trying to explain the bits in the film where the old man looks really happy with his wife in photographs.

Boy: 'I don won wife'

Mr Nudie: 'That's Ok, you don't have to have one'

Boy: 'I just won duddle my Mummy'.

That, my friends, is what Motherhood is all about.