You Don’t Get This Time Back

Me and my youngest reading together at bedtime in my childhood home.

When my youngest was little, he used to migrate during the night to sleep just outside my bedroom door.

I’d wake up at 5 AM — not because I’m some disciplined morning person, but because it was the only time I could have a moment to myself. A little peace before the chaos of parenting started all over again.

But there he’d be. Strewn across the upstairs hallway, like a loyal dog.

I’d pick him up and carry him downstairs.

He’d quietly sit on my lap while I meditated. Afterwards, I’d make coffee and we’d play a board game together — usually Exploding Kittens — before the day officially began.

I miss those mornings.

If you’re in the thick of parenting young kids, I know it can feel overwhelming. Some days you can’t even go to the bathroom alone. The constant presence of little hands, little voices, little needs — it can wear you down.

But here’s the thing: that time when they need you, when they want to be near you — it’s short.

That same boy is now 13. We’re still close, but these days? He’s far more likely to hide in his room, playing video games or scrolling on his phone, than to sit on my lap at dawn.

I’ve been talking to a lot of moms lately — moms who are interested in a documentary photography session. But then they hesitate.

“It’s a lot of money.”
“I should ask my husband.”
“Maybe next year.”

I get it. I really do. But here’s my straight-up advice:

Stop hesitating. Stop asking for permission.

These moments with your kids? They are priceless.

You won’t get them back. You’ll never regret having photographs that show what life felt like when your kids still wanted to be near you.

Don’t wait.

If this is speaking to you, send me a message. I’d love to help you remember this season while it’s still here.

— Alison