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Sophie & Rudy in Kopi Kids

We are do so much as mothers. Too much, truly, which you would only know if you are, or were once, a mother. There is little time for yourself, little time for the things we love and feel good. As a photographer and a mother of now two beautiful and wild little human beings, I found it difficult to feel any sort of creativity. I thought it was gone for good after having my second child this past Winter. The dread of and anxiety of not feeling good enough, until it hit me in the face, almost as hard as my three year old can manage, is that I don’t have to do this for anyone else. There is a beauty of freedom to that. I can be raw. I can be grotesque. I can be vulnerable. I can be soft. I can be cruel. I can be whatever I need to be. I just have to use the camera again and let it speak.

So here’s a morning I spent with Sophie. We spent all of Rudy and Fi’s precious napping time to talk about our struggles with postpartum anxiety and how we manage it all with the little we are given in this society. We picked at croissants until the coffee made us feel high, adrenaline kicking in like we’re accustomed to these days.