I’ve spent quite a bit of my time in the past couple of weeks reading about breastfeeding, taking my basic courses so I can start taking Lactation Education courses and doing training for the Peer Counselor job. All I seem to do is read about, write about, and talk about boobs. While it doesn’t bother me, I have a feeling my family’s getting a little tired of hearing about breastfeeding all the time.

I haven’t yet figured out how to properly interact with my mom in regards to the breastfeeding thing. I don’t want her to feel as if I’m denigrating her choice to formula feed me. I 100% believe she made the best choice for our family at that moment in time. At the same time, I want to tell her everything I’m learning. Call me a raging boob-dork but it’s exciting to learn so much and I like to share. It’s just really hard to tell my mom things like, “Hey! You know that a new study shows breastfed babies have a higher IQ, less illness and four trillion other positives? Hey, you didn’t breastfeed me, right?” How the heck does one walk that line?

Just for giggles, the Landover Baptist Church has found that breastfeeding is a gateway sin. Damn those demonic impulses triggered by sucking!

ETA: LOB is a great religious satire site.

Newport, Rhode Island, 1901. “The Manger. Experimental portrait showing values of white against white, featuring a young woman holding a baby.” 8×10 dry-plate glass negative by Gertrude Käsebier. View Original

Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
~Anne Taylor

My beautiful son,
I’m watching you cruise across the old recliner to get into something you’re not supposed to and, in the midst of getting up to run and grab my work planner away from you, I’m stopped by your giant smile. You drop the planner and come crawling at me as fast as you can. My sweet, wonderful boy, you’re the reason I get to celebrate today. Thank you so much for being part of my life, part of this family. I love you.
Mama