x-posted.
Just thought I'd share something I wrote for DD the other night
Ode to Aiyana.........
It began during the first hours after your birth
You were beautiful, mouth-open and "rooting" at my breast
You taught me and I taught you
Now you are nearly 14 months old and in the night you find my breast…still dreaming and in need of reassurance.
When you stumble on your path or are in the process of cutting a new tooth, you find my breast
When you are hurt or in need of comforting, you find my breast
When you are bored or tired, you crawl into my lap and you find my breast
Your tiny hands pawing at the collar of my shirt, demanding (sometimes not so politely), to be warmed with your sweet mama-milk you love so much
I call it yours, because it is.
It flows from me and into you, nourishing your little being
From the tips of your perfect, wiggling toes up to the fine, light hair on your head…
Your delicate fingers clawing at my flesh, silvery lines…a badge of mommyhood
And the transformation from maiden to mother, the dance between creator and creation... the beauty set forth, pouring from sweet nipples and into the lapping of a hungry mouth
The fullness of satisfaction filling your tummy, allowing your spirit to rest
Your clawing hands relaxing into tiny, fleshy starfish…puddling silently at the lapping waves of time, you've grown so fast
Lips puckered lazily, and your growing body slouched against me…
I could never refuse you…
Those all encompassing eyes looking up at me and hearing your voice "Mama! Mama!"
I will forever cherish those exhausting nights of night-nursing you, my newborn nursling, with bleeding nipples, cracked and bruised as you tirelessly gulped through the months…
I could never refuse you, even now I hear the nay-nursers advising me to wean as you are forever growing into a big girl…one day you will recognize your independence, as will I, and we will set forth on a new path
But until then, you are my baby girl, my big girl.
And you have taught me and I have taught you…
My breasts, your milk, your birthright.
And I will always remember…the first time I saw you drunk off breastmilk, content and lulling in my arms; your belly…plump and hiccupping and full of life.
And I will always remember these days of your active, stomping, goofy-grins and lazy latch-ons. And I am here, whenever you need me. I will never refuse you, my baby.
My promise to you…is child-led independence.
My promise to you…is certain love, eternal and everlasting.
....................
Whenever I feel tired and the thought of weaning crosses my mind, I remember how much I would miss it and the joy I get from nursing, even when I'm in need of rest and my breasts are sore.......
Just thought I'd share something I wrote for DD the other night
Ode to Aiyana.........
It began during the first hours after your birth
You were beautiful, mouth-open and "rooting" at my breast
You taught me and I taught you
Now you are nearly 14 months old and in the night you find my breast…still dreaming and in need of reassurance.
When you stumble on your path or are in the process of cutting a new tooth, you find my breast
When you are hurt or in need of comforting, you find my breast
When you are bored or tired, you crawl into my lap and you find my breast
Your tiny hands pawing at the collar of my shirt, demanding (sometimes not so politely), to be warmed with your sweet mama-milk you love so much
I call it yours, because it is.
It flows from me and into you, nourishing your little being
From the tips of your perfect, wiggling toes up to the fine, light hair on your head…
Your delicate fingers clawing at my flesh, silvery lines…a badge of mommyhood
And the transformation from maiden to mother, the dance between creator and creation... the beauty set forth, pouring from sweet nipples and into the lapping of a hungry mouth
The fullness of satisfaction filling your tummy, allowing your spirit to rest
Your clawing hands relaxing into tiny, fleshy starfish…puddling silently at the lapping waves of time, you've grown so fast
Lips puckered lazily, and your growing body slouched against me…
I could never refuse you…
Those all encompassing eyes looking up at me and hearing your voice "Mama! Mama!"
I will forever cherish those exhausting nights of night-nursing you, my newborn nursling, with bleeding nipples, cracked and bruised as you tirelessly gulped through the months…
I could never refuse you, even now I hear the nay-nursers advising me to wean as you are forever growing into a big girl…one day you will recognize your independence, as will I, and we will set forth on a new path
But until then, you are my baby girl, my big girl.
And you have taught me and I have taught you…
My breasts, your milk, your birthright.
And I will always remember…the first time I saw you drunk off breastmilk, content and lulling in my arms; your belly…plump and hiccupping and full of life.
And I will always remember these days of your active, stomping, goofy-grins and lazy latch-ons. And I am here, whenever you need me. I will never refuse you, my baby.
My promise to you…is child-led independence.
My promise to you…is certain love, eternal and everlasting.
....................
Whenever I feel tired and the thought of weaning crosses my mind, I remember how much I would miss it and the joy I get from nursing, even when I'm in need of rest and my breasts are sore.......
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