There comes a special time each year where we celebrate the importance of a very special person, or people in our lives, our mothers. For Australians this Sunday is that special day. A day where florists will be bustling, brunch outings had and handmade gifts prepared.
For me this day has always been one to mark, as I have for many years had three special mothers in my life. My darling mother Tara who I adore, and has showered me with love and wisdom from day one. My lovely godmother Leita, who I have turned to in times of crisis, no matter how small, for guidance or a deep and meaningful over dark chocolate and red wine. My nanna Lee, who showed me strength and compassion right up until the day she died, and still remains in my thoughts and dreams as a fearless wonder. She was such an influence over my life that I have named my own daughter after my nanna Lee.
This year, I look to these women and thank them for what they have given me. Now a mother myself I know that my own success as a mother will have been assisted by what I learned from these women. I feel in my heart that although I will make choices and be given challenges different from the mothers I have known and loved, they will be there to help me, earthside or in spirit every step of the way.
This year, my family will celebrate me and I have asked my husband that we spend the day just the three of us, soaking up one another and our darling pixie who is getting brighter and more animated every day.
(I've also requested a cliche mother's day gift, like a dressing gown or colourful mug because I'm all for corny and afterall it is my first Mother's Day)
This year, I would like to extend a thank you to the mothers out there, who have come to be mothers through having their own children, or being part of another child's tribe.
May we love these children with our whole hearts, and love ourselves as well.
May we recognise our blessings and celebrate our joys.
May we silence the inner critic.
May we smile.
These photos were from our family shoot when Audrey-Lee was only five weeks old, which seems like a lifetime ago now. I kept them in my back pocket to share on this special occasion. Three generations of women together as one.
Photos with my mother and my daughter...
by Natalie Duckett