It was through the lack of sleep haze and trying to figure out just how to be a parent that I can now look back and realise the things I didn’t know I was missing.

The way my daughter would curl her finger around mine at every feed.

The way she would make picnics out of play food on our wood floor and make me taste every single piece while she played the harmonica for me.

The way my son would lie beside me on a blanket in the front yard to watch the stars come out after the sun went down, dressed in last winter's Transformers pj's that were too small for him—reminding me how big he was getting.

Or the way he'd hold my hand as he walked into kindergarten and would squeeze three times for “I love you” before letting go.

I wish I’d documented those instances better. I wish I had photos of those experiences—with ME in them. Because when you’re always the one taking the photos, you leave an empty space in your family album where you were supposed to be.

Between my exasperation of doing what I thought I needed to do and trying to incorporate what I wanted to do, those are the things that left me empty, wishing I could go back and revisit them. I want you to have fewer of those thoughts as your family grows and changes.

I draw from my own experience of being a mum to create visual stories of your family life that matter most to you.