To the creators of life, Happy Mother’s Day
We all have an inherent desire to create. In some facet of our lives, we feel called to give part of ourselves in order to produce something new and form something that will continue to live on long after we’re gone. For women in particular, I believe this desire can be especially powerful. Our bodies were actually designed to create. As Mother’s Day draws near, this ability to produce the ultimate creation, a human life, has been on my mind.
I’ve long passed the age my mother was when she had me, the same age my grandmother was when she had my mom. I’ve watched many girls from my middle school, high school, and college days become mothers. And this month, my first close friend to have a baby will give birth. The reality is, motherhood could likely be a part of my life in the next several years.
I imagine motherhood to be an absolutely terrifying yet completely exhilarating experience. As I’ve watched my close friend in her pregnancy, she’s exuded a fantastic sense of peace and a calm confidence. It has made me realize that the body and mind’s innate response to pregnancy and motherhood may be much more powerful than I can fathom until I actually share in that experience myself.
As we head into Mother’s Day weekend and this topic of motherhood continues to hang in the back of my mind, I feel called to connect to that inner creator that’s deeply rooted within us all. It feels impossible for me to imagine producing the ultimate creation, the creation of another life, but for now, I can harness the spirit of that creator in the small things I create until then. This Mother’s Day, I encourage you to take time to connect with the creator in you and honor the creator who gave you life.
To mothers, for giving us life, love, and tradition. Happy Mother’s Day.
Saturday mornings are not for sleeping in. The early bird catches the worm or at least gets the best pick of produce and pastries.
The drive south down 85 is rarely serene, except at sunrise on Saturday mornings. The fog of humid, summer days is clearing, and the city of Atlanta waits quietly.
We arrive as they ring the bell. The Morningside Farmer’s Market is open for business.
Mom and I make our way ’round clockwise: chocolate babka from La Calavera Bakery, fresh flowers from Crystal Organic Farm, colorful crop from Elm Street Gardens.
Once our bags overflow with the makings of the week’s dinners, we return to the car to place perishables in coolers. But it’s not time to head home yet.
We enjoy a well-deserved breakfast at Alon’s Bakery. Our reward for waking in the wee-hours.
Sufficiently fueled by iced-Americanos and breakfast paninis, we end our mother-daughter ritual with a stroll down North Highland Avenue.
Photography by Angie Webb of Angie Webb Creative on location at Morningside Farmer’s Market and Alon’s bakery in Atlanta, GA.