You were born a daughter…

You were born a daughter.

You looked up to your mother.
You looked up to your father.
You looked up at everyone.
You wanted to be a princess.
You thought you were a princess.
You wanted to own a horse.
You wanted to be a horse.
You wanted your brother to be a horse.
You wanted to wear pink.
You never wanted to wear pink.
You wanted to be a Veterinarian.
You wanted to be President.
You wanted to be the President’s Veterinarian.
You were picked last for the team.
You were the best one on the team.
You refused to be on the team.
You wanted to be good in algebra.
You hid during algebra.
You wanted the boys to notice you.
You were afraid the boys would notice you.
You started to get acne.
You started to get breasts.
You started to get acne that was bigger than your breasts.
You wouldn’t wear a bra.
You couldn’t wait to wear a bra.
You couldn’t fit into a bra.
You didn’t like the way you looked.
You didn’t like the way your parents looked.
You didn’t want to grow up.
You had your first best friend.
You had your first date.
You had your second best friend.
You had your second first date.
You spent hours on the telephone.
You got kissed.
You got to kiss back.
You went to the prom.
You didn’t go to the prom.
You went to the prom with the wrong person.
You spent hours on the telephone.
You fell in love.
You fell in love.
You fell in love.
You lost your best friend.
You lost your other best friend.
You really fell in love.
You became a steady girlfriend.
You became a significant other.
YOU BECAME SIGNIFICANT TO YOURSELF.

Sooner or later, you start taking yourself seriously. You know when you need a break. You know when you need a rest. You know what to get worked up about and what to get rid of. And you know when it’s time to take care of yourself, for yourself. To do something that makes you stronger, faster, more complete.

Because you know it’s never too late to have a life. And never too late to change one.

JUST DO IT

– Nike

This Nike ad was posted by my friend, artist, and mentor, Deb Schwedhelm, last spring. As a mother of three girls, it resonated with me. I was shooting at the beach this week-there to play with light and capture some images of my three, during this record warm spring, in Chicago. As I gazed through my lens, all I could see was my beautiful baby girl turning into a young lady. In just a few short months, I have started to recognize a change {child to tween ; 10-11}.  The changes I remember… becoming painfully aware that your legs seem longer than the upper half of your body, your gracefulness has been replaced with awkwardness, you have braces, maybe your first pimple, and the ever so rapidly changing social dynamics between your girlfriends {and God help me, boys}. I am acutely aware of my importance in her life. She needs help navigating these changes, but the freedom to become her own person. My mom has said to me a thousand times, “I wish I could make it perfect for you, protect you, but this is life and this is how you grow”. Oh, those words are becoming my own…You are my daughter, you are wonderfully unique, you are SIGNIFICANT.