These are photographs of my children living their lives. Some of them are orchestrated, others are coincidental. Most of them are of ordinary things every mother has seen and all of them were given to me as a gift from them.

These photographs also open a door into the past, my own childhood. A childhood hardly remembered - where almost no memories and only a handful pictures are left. A childhood where escaping in daydreams would often be the only way to fill the void oƒ a deeply felt loneliness, isolation and disconnection. A childhood, shaped by a yearning to belong.

And yet, they too, allow a look into the future: they are here. They play, they dream, they pout, they pose. Their strength and confidence are intriguing as we are drawing a story of what it is to grow up.

Them. And me.