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E L E V E N

You turned eleven two weeks ago…

At the risk of sounding cliche, I really am amazed at how time flies. I remember your home birth as if it was yesterday. You came into this world ready to take it on and haven’t changed one bit. 

Your passion and feisty nature shows in all levels of your life.  You do things with passion, or you don’t do them at all.  You bring so much joy and fun into my life. At the same time, no-one drives me more crazy than you do.  

Be that unique person that you are! Continue to stand out in the crowd. Not everyone will appreciate that or understand. But what others think of you is none of your business. Nor should it EVER throw it off your tracks. No-one will be like you. 

People will come and go and true friendships will forge as you go along. Don´t be surprised if the ones you hold dear today, dissapoint you. Open your heart to everyone! 

Keep dancing, keep entertaining and keep being the least boring person I know! 

My dearest cheeky monkey, I love you to the moon and back! 

Always know that I have your back, and that I am here to guide you the best I possibly can!

Endless love, 

Mom

FIFTEEN

I call for you. I call again, and again. You mutter ´huh´.

A hazy gaze meets my eye.  Oh, the slumber that is puberty. 

But it´s allright. Paces change, and that´s a good thing. I love every step of the way. 

You took your first breath fifteen years ago today.  I´ve recently learned that the first 1000 days after conception are formative. Some stars must have aligned during your first 1000 days of creation because you turned out pretty good.  I feel so fortunate to be your mother. 

Today you are 15. And on this day you are abroad. You are on a school trip with class mates in Berlin. And to top it off you will fly home tonight. You love flying so much.  In a way, you are teaching me to face my fears.

Thanks for being the young man that you are. You´re one in a million. 

With love, mom 

 

T W E L V E

It was yesterday. Please tell me it was just yesterday that you came into my life.

That´s how it feels.

Yet here we are, twelve years later. In front of me stands this young lady. Frail, yet poised, and elegant.

My little thinker isn´t little anymore.

Dear Em, you are growing up so elegantly, reflecting upon life, and the situations at hand. It´s such a joy to watch you grow and flourish as you meander from childhood into puberty. 

How fortunate I am to be your mom. 

I love you to the moon and back. 

Mamma

My home

Last year we moved into our new house. It was literally the place where pine came to die. A 1996 built pine place with a solid 80´feel to it. The patchwork left behind by numerous pictures, soon became a monochromatic oasis. A blank canvas as that became a home. 

Sharing some pictures here… more to come. 

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Winter in the garden

As I came home from a photo assignment, the girls were outside in the most amazing light. So I grabbed my camera an did som shots :-) The garden, all covered in white,  made for such a perfect backdrop. 

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Akkurat i det jeg kom hjem fra et oppdragvar jentene ute i hagen i det mest magiske varme lyset. Jeg tok kameraet mitt og fikk tatt noen bilder. Hagen, som var helt hvit, var den perfekte bakgrunnen. 

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Dance

Hun kom ned i den nydelige blå kjolen. Jeg skal bare øve litt på dansen jeg. Og vips da ble stuen et dansestudio og jeg lykkelig publikum – med kamera. Drømmen om et eget daylight studio lever. Men en så lenge er huset mitt bra nok.

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She came down in the most beautiful flowy blue dress. “I´m going to practice my dance.” And just like that the living room became a dance studio and I was the happy audience – equiped with my camera. 

 

Ten

Two was enough. We were two parents, with two hands each. Two kids was enough. Supposedly.

Guess what? Enough makes me sad.

Deep down I was secretely hoping that one day, I would have a third little baby.  

That day came sooner than I could have imagined.  You were a little surprise, and the best gift I could have ever had.  You came into this world and opened those big blue eyes. I remember thinking ´This kid isn´t waisting any time´.  You were minime v2.0 with extra sparkle! 

Stages were skipped and you grew up at the speed of light making plans to move to L.A. or Miami at the young age of four. Barbie and Ken spoke fluent english and you and your big sister Emma started documenting Ken and Barbie´s lives on the ipad. 

Life with you is fast-paced. And soon my tagline became Never a boring moment–   It seemed all too fitting for the adventures you take me on. Sometimes I feel like we are living out our favorite sitcom and I don´t want to miss a single episode. 

I love your endless hugs filled with love,
I love your energy,
I love your ability to light up a room by just being you.
I love how you challenge me.
I love how you move, your funny walks and your gracious moves. Your range baffles me. 
I love your passion, eventhough it goes into turbo speed at times. 
I love our convos in different accents. Especially our texan and New York routine. You nail it kid. 

Don´t let anyone dull your sparkle my little star. Be brave and go places. Show yourself and don´t be afraid to claim your space. If there is anything I would love to give you in this lifetime, it would be the freedom to be you in your purest form. 

So you go girl! Go spread that energy of with those who are lucky to surround you. 

Butterfly kisses, mamma

 

Finally you are in the double digits. The 

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Fourteen

You are fourteen today.

Two pale lines on a stick indicated your arrival. An ultrasound reveiled you were a boy. A what??? How on earth was I going to be a mom to a boy? Panic.

Then you came. And all I could do was look at you, smell you, feel your tiny body against mine. It was all absorbing in the best of ways. I wonder who I was before you. Life without you was and is unthinkable.  You showed me a side of me that had been dormant and under a rock for way too long.

Thank you for your wit and your wicked sense of humour with impeccable timing. Thank you for being the poised young man you are. Thank you for making me a mom. Who knew motherhood would be so rewarding.

So as you swagger into your 15th year on this earth we know there will be bumps in the road. But we´ve got this. I´ve got your back. We may have it all now but we will have our battles. But know – no matter what – that you can always rely on me. Everything is figureoutable.

Love, mamma

PS My puns are still funnier than yours
PS2 I still kick your butt in armwrestling just sain´ :-P

 

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