I remember the summers of early childhood with my mother. The sounds of the Cure and Prince still bring back memories of seeing her get ready for an evening out. I watched her put on makeup, color her hair, and paint her nails with the eyes of a loving and curious daughter who came too soon. As weeks together passed, I feared the season’s end, knowing that once again I’d be left watching from the living room window as she drove back to a life that I wasn’t a part of.
I was raised by my grandparents but born the daughter of a woman only sixteen years my elder. Two years later, she moved to the city to continue her education and explore found adulthood while I spent my childhood trying to understand myself in relation to a family that did not look like the ones I saw in books and movies.
Now, I seek to learn about families similar to my own and create the representation of young motherhood that I searched for growing up.
Through conversation and photography, they have given me a glimpse of their lives, sharing with me the joys and struggles that followed a decision made early on in the mother’s life.