Yesterday, I did my first baby shoot.

A sweet little baby, all of five months old, going by the name of Amelia.

It was hot and she was tired and as I was clicking away I had grave doubts that the photos would turn out or that her Mum would be happy with them.

Essentially, I felt that I would never be able to pull this photography stuff off, despite buying a new piece of the internet to set up shop (more on this soon, I promise) 

and despite booking myself into a course, that would literally seal the deal, I panicked.

How could a midwife, come stay at home mother ever think that she could move into the world of photography?

Ahhh, self doubt.

It’s like having a little piece of my father with me forever…

“You’ll never amount to anything, Tiffany!”

Anyhow, I took the photos and we said our goodbyes, dinner, bath and bed ensued for the brood.

When I sat down to look at what I had taken

I surprised myself

and after I had processed them

I thought

you know, Dad, I might just be able to pull this off.

I might just be photographer material after all

and for the first time, in a long time

that voice of self doubt, my father’s voice

couldn’t argue.