Artist statement: At some point between you turning 13, the world heaving, and stopping to listen to the kookaburras laughing I realised I was in existential crisis. I only had five more Christmas days before you were ‘grown up’, yet you still wanted me to tuck you into bed with stories. I wondered in that moment, and every day since, how my mother, her mother, and her mother before that felt, how every mother feels. Does a physical departure make the mother-child separation official or is it the increasing noise of worry, the mental load that has somehow become so much greater as you have grown. What am I, if I am not a mother? What was I before, and what afterwards? I use photography to examine my experience of mothering twin boys born in 2009, while understanding what it is to be mothered myself. Reflecting on my maternal lineage, I question legacy and the importance of sharing memories.