I am coming across a lot of pictures from my childhood as I unpack. Some of them bring back memories I haven’t thought about in a long time. Others are from my mom’s life before having me. There are a series of polaroids that are of her room, presumably the one she had at my grandma’s house, and they say so much about her, but also raise more questions. I wish I had gotten to know more about who she was before becoming a mother.