A collaboration between Boston Moms Blog and Leah LaRiccia Photography.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, I’m going to be way over my limit.
But the thing is, there just aren’t words. There is nothing to describe motherhood. It’s everything, and to even try to put it into words already dooms the explanation to be cliché.
But then, motherhood is cliché. It’s “been there, done that.”
It’s painting over the nail polish we put on last week, which was painted over from the week prior.
It’s putting on shoes for the three-billionth time because someone thinks it’s funny to chuck them off every minute or so before we leave the house.
It’s, “Let’s dance to that same weird 80s song on the electric piano you love and then go outside, because the house is making us all crazy.”
It’s, “Yay, we’re finally outside, the sun is shining, birds are singing, and ‘I’M A MONSTER COMING TO EAT YOU!!!'”
It’s, “Hey, I’m outside, and I can finally swing this noodle around!”
It’s, “I took this noodle from you because you were swinging it around… and you hit me… repeatedly.”
It’s her getting upset at me…
And then being fine five minutes later.
It’s hurting when she hurts.
It’s popsicles before lunch, because that will stop the hurt, right?
And it’s letting her help with the dishes to teach her some responsibility, even though it takes five times as long to get it done.
It’s, “Mom, we’re the princesses.”
“… And you’re the Beast.”
It’s laughing, being zany, peekaboos, and “I love yous.”
It’s imperfect, perfect, wonderful, horrible, completely unique, and downright cliché.
Leah LaRiccia is a documentary family photographer based in Natick who is forever grateful that she got to turn her passion for photography into her job. She loves that her work lets her meet new people all the time, and she loves even more that these people allow her into their lives and trust her to tell their stories.
Leah met her husband when they were both living in New York City. She misses it terribly (mostly the food and theater) but doesn’t think she could live there again. Leah is mom (or “ma!” or “mommeeeeee!”) to an amazing 4-year-old boy who is her best friend. They love to play good guys vs. bad guys, free build with “little Legos,” eat meals on their deck, and make each other laugh.
Leah’s been a Star Wars fan since she was little (before it was cool to be one), didn’t start baking until her 30s (and hasn’t stopped since), hates dressing up, and wishes everybody (including herself) would print more photos.