Breastfeeding was such a beautiful journey, for me. With it’s incredible challenges, it was one of the most magnificent experiences of my life.
There is something magical about our bodies ability to make and sustain life. No thinking involved. Just being. Living. Life sustaining life.
Yes, it’s “the most natural thing”. And, no, it doesn’t necessarily come naturally. It took such immense effort to make it work. For me, so very worth it. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I never will.
The intimacy. The bond. The universal beauty. The generosity of my body. The reciprocity of the act itself. To need and be needed in the most primal of ways.
To me, holding him close like that, nurturing him mindfully, connecting in such a physical way…was so reminiscent of how I AM his Protector. And now, I’ve opened up and released a bit and let a bit more of the world in. And there’s beauty in that…
I am still, and will always have been, his guardian of the vision. In that, I am unapologetically ferocious. He chose me as his mother because he knows… evolution is life’s imperative. And I am here to Protect the sanctity of Life, evolving.
And as each stage passes and I cherish the next phase while simultaneously grieving the loss of the last and longing for the eternity of the moment to never end. Yet I trust in the evolution and I REJOICE in being Present to it all.
Right now he’s building towers with his father and all I can do to keep from being an emotional ball of tears is deeply LOVE and appreciate the moment for what it is: the magic of life, fully lived.
Motherhood is one of the most interesting experiences…