I used to be so scared of the night-time. When I had a first time new-born baby in the shape of Daisy living in our little terrace house in Newtown I used to physically feel sick when it started to get dark. It meant that the night was coming. That sleeplessness was coming. Unpredictability. Stress. Tears. Fights with Rob. EVERYTHING seemed so much worse in the night, and I suppose it still does. Fears and troubles that seem as big as a whale at 3am disappear with the first signs of morning light. You can start again. It’s over for another day.
I don’t know when things started to change. I guess when I got more confident and felt like I knew what I was doing. Or when I stopped to worry about not doing the right things, and just go with the things that were happening, and accept that THAT was actually OK. Or maybe just when the little buggers stopped waking up so much and we started to get some sleep.
Now, my VERY favourite time of the day is late afternoon. When the girls are fed, and in the bath, when dinner has been cleaned up and there is a lull before the squeals and fights and screams of running out from the bath and getting into pyjamas. The end is in sight. Things are about to slow right down. Just like the day and that beautiful light.
I usually stop and watch it change – every second it changes, and then it’s gone. The day is done. The night is here.
Did you used to be scared of the night when you had little ones?
If you have a little one, don’t worry about the nights, as long and endless as they are for you right now, they will get better they just will. Promise x
It’s not the first time I have taken photos in this exact spot, in this exact light and written a post about it.