Motherhood Musings

Yes, My Hands Are Full — And I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way

Mother holding her toddler son in the water near Traverse City, captured by Alissa Saylor Photography; she’s wearing a light grey dress as he splashes playfully.
mom holding baby on lake michigan beach. Golden hour photoshoot

We’re the family with twins wrestling on the sidelines of their big sister’s soccer game. The ones you hear across the grocery store, begging for all the popsicles. The ones you’ll most likely find chasing a rogue child (or two) because, at this stage, they all still run in different directions like little feral things. It never fails…  almost every time I’m out with my kids, a stranger says with a kind smile, “Wow… you sure have your hands full.

And you know what? They’re absolutely right.

They’re full of tiny hands reaching for mine.
Full of little bodies crawling into my lap just because they still (sort of) fit there.
Full of excessively tight hugs and unexpected sloppy kisses, paint brushes dripping with every color we own, and art projects that leave cut paper throughout the house.

My hands are full of tiny crowns of dark curls to detangle and braid, blonde hair to smooth and make “dapper,” boo-boos to kiss, and the “beep, beep, beep” of a little blue truck at bedtime.

They’re full of “Mommy! Watch this!” and “Carry me!” moments. Full of snack requests and silly jokes. Full of so much love given so freely that it overwhelms me with gratitude when I stop to really take it all in.

So yes, my hands are full of dinner plates to fix, socks to find, backpacks to pack, and stinky shoes left by the door.

But they’re also full of the kind of magic that only exists when you’re needed this much, loved this hard, and trusted so completely by these little souls who call me Mom.

Someday my hands won’t be as full. I won’t be putting band-aids on imaginary wounds, or having glow-in-the-dark picnics in blanket forts. But I hope they remember how this season feels to hold so much love.

So yes, my hands are full… and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

If this resonates, you might also love this reflection on the beauty in messy moments or why I believe you deserve to be in the photo too.

Your hands are probably full, too… with messes, love, chaos, and connection. What’s this season holding for you? Let’s talk in the comments!

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ABOUT Alissa

At home in a small Michigan town near the lake — raising four beautiful, wild-hearted kids and holding close to the fleeting moments that matter most.

Life around here is a little loud, a little messy, and with a lot of love...  and that’s exactly what draws me to photography. I’ve spent over 16 years capturing connection, chaos, calm, and everything in between… Because it’s not the big milestones we ache for... it’s the quiet, constant things woven into them.

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