About the Photographer and Mother The MotherI am 29 years old, a wife, mother and photographer... I met my husband 10 years ago, at my first job right out of High School. We have been best friends ever since. Paul proposed to me on our first date, 3 years later. We have been married for 6 years and I have given birth to two wonderful and beautiful little girls.
I am not sure how many of you are aware that I gave birth to our second baby girl on March 14th, 2008. There were complications through most of the pregnancy. She passed away after about an hour after birth. She was approximately 3.5 months premature. Her due date was on June 28th, 2008. To my surprise, my husband I had survived her due date and are doing pretty well considering the circumstances.
I am not sharing this with all of you to receive pity from anyone. I wanted to share it to keep her memory alive. She didn’t live long, but the amount of time we did have with her was just wonderful. Some of you have already read this, but I will post it here for those of you who haven’t.
My Fav Mom Moment Contest (I won - so bittersweet)Category: Life
I entered the following story in a contest at MomCents.com for their online Mag. The contest was called "My Fav Mom Moment". I won the contest. Below is the story and the link.
We asked our members to send us their favorite "mom moment" to celebrate Mothers Day. The winning story entered was moving and inspiring. Showing what it means to be a mother: Never ending, unconditional love and treasured memories. May we always remember to cherish every moment with our children everyday.
"When I was pregnant with my second daughter, Hadassah Avigail. I carried her into my sixth month of pregnancy, and for the last two months of the pregnancy I was on bed rest. Feeling her kick, punch and roll around, talking to her and just knowing that she was in my body was the greatest feeling in the world. My first daughter, Channah would sit next to me on the bed and hug my belly. She was only eleven months old at the time. "
My pregnancy with Haddassah was so amazing, because after only being pregnant for six months, Hadassah was born. She only lived for a little under an hour, after birth. I held her in my arms for the first time and just cried. I told her how much her Abba and I loved her and that her name meant Joy and the Father's joy. There were no other words to describe her. When we looked at her sweet face, joy is what we saw and felt.
When Hadassah passed away, I was holding her in my arms, wrapped in a blanket. It was a bitter sweet moment. I felt honored to have been given the chance to know and hold my daughter, to speak to her and tell her how much I love her. It was heart breaking to see her pass away, but it was a moment in my life and as a mother that I will never forget and nothing will ever match it. "
Amanda Jolene Keefer
http://momcents.com/index.php?option=com_wrapper&Itemid=72
We are a Jewish family and we follow and live by the teachings of the Messiah Y'shua. My husband and I both enjoy davidic dance.
G-d comes first in our lives and then family and friends. We attend Synagogue and keep kosher as well. We are very seriouse about what we beleive.
The PhotographerArt has been a form of communication, for me, from an early age. My mother and father artists, mother more traditional and father a photographer, more abstract. I have developed an eye for both and have learned to find my own style.I started with a more traditional form of art, taking as many classes as I could fit into my schedule; drawing, painting, pen & ink etc. By the time I had graduated from High School, I had about six full credits of art. My plan was to go to an Art School in Philadelphia, but finances did not allow for this, so I went to work, after graduation. Eventually the thought of going to an Art School became a distant memory and I put it out of my mind. I still drew and painted in my spare time, but it never went any further.A few years later, I was in a terrible car accident, and spent four days in the ICU at the Hershey Medical Center. Along with many other serious breaks and injuries, my right hand and wrist were badly broken, which left me unable to draw, paint or write without severe pain. I was devastated that my ability to express myself through art was gone.Shortly after the car accident, I had purchased my first digital camera. I quickly realized that with each picture I took, the pain of no longer being able to draw or paint seemed to disappear. Photography became a form of therapy and an outlet for me. It wasn’t long before photography became my way to communicate how I was feeling and a way for me to share the beauty of G-d’s creation with the world.
My photographs speak volumes of my feelings and passion for art. Every photograph tells a silent story of what I was feeling or a life experience that I was going through at that moment. When I look at a photograph I took when I was experiencing something painful, I feel that pain all over again, or if it was joy, I feel that joy. There is not one photograph that does not have it's own emotion attached to it.
My hope is that you can enjoy viewing my photographs as much as I did taking them. That they will bring their own version of hope and joy into your lives.
The word photography comes from the Greek words “Draws with light”. Instead of using pencils or paint, I “draw with light”.
