Fear # 1 | My House Is A Mess

Fears. We've all got 'em. You might go into a full fledged panic attack when your 2 year old sticks a piece of raw chicken in her mouth or starts using her body as a mop for the grocery store floor tile. How sweet.

Me? I'm afraid of car accidents, getting impaled and..... (deep breath) opening the mail. I know, I know. My fears go from "likely and reasonable" on the scale of fears down to "weird and hilarious."  I don't know what it is about the mail. My heart pounds every time I open an envelope. 

I know the thought of scheduling a photo session is freaking you out. You have the same nagging phrases in your mind keeping you from grabbing the photos you've been wanting. 

"My house isn't ready. I'll wait until it is."
"My house isn't pretty." 
"My house is a mess." 

Not only are those all negative words about yourself and how you keep your living space, your home which keeps you safe and sheltered, you are letting yourself get full on spooked out of booking! 

What do you see here? 

This is a snap of my almost 2 year old playing with mascara on my bedroom dresser. My piles of to-do lists, a broken camera, a bath toy, my new camera's box. Dirty coffee cups. A baby whose mother didn't bother to bathe or dress.

Is that what you see? 

I bet it's not. 

Because you're smarter than that. Because this is your life too. Because in the middle of the mess, this is parenthood. Though a hand print on a mirror might normally feel like nails on a chalkboard to you, you see your life here, don't you? 

Motherhood is the hardest, most joyful season of my life that I've ever been lucky enough to experience. I've never been so mad, so sad, so tired, so out of control. Then there's my daughter. She's not even 2 yet and she wants to be exactly like me. Play in my makeup, make a mess on her face.  Suddenly this mess isn't bothering me so much anymore. 

You're drawn to this image because it's honest. It's human. 

If you've been waiting for a clean house to book a session, don't wait. You don't need to. This fear of letting someone else inside to see your dirty laundry (literally.) It's not scary. Listen, I'm not saying intentionally make a mess of your house, or don't clean before I come over because you think that's what I want. Do what makes you feel great!

What I'm saying is, I'm a mother. I get it, don't let that fear of your own mess control you.  will I offer you grace, no judgement and I promise to see the beauty in what your life is, in the middle of cluttered counter space or a laundry pile here and there. That's what I do. I document who you are. I photograph truth! 

Give yourself a helping of grace, awesome people. And fear not!