A certain pride beats beneath my chest,
like a child riding her bike through the fields
I feel a surge of accomplishment.
As the sound of cheering from family/friend or observers spurs the child on, so is the silence of a suckling babe and the swelling of rosy cheeks against my bosom.
It’s not a contentious pride that comes from outsmarting an opponent, nor the sort that comes from defying a bully.
No.
It’s a pride seated in overcoming one’s own fears, of attaining something we desired, but also feared we couldn’t reach.
Like a child playing my keyboard at the school recital, I have no desire to mock others who can’t play, or choose not to play the keyboard, nor those who play a different tune. I am simply lost in the symphony of my artistry.
Please forgive me if I play out of synch or sing a little too loud; I do not mean to cause offense. I am simply excited to have attained my breastfeeding goals.
Happy breastfeeding week!
One placenta – two people.
One bosom – two people.
Initiated by nature – sustained by a triangle (mother, child, and life).
The old saying ‘Breast is Best’ still applies in my book. I never regretted breastfeeding all six of mine. 🙂
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It’s so good to hear the same sentiments echoed through the years.
Thanks Millie!
❤
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Hi Chioma. I don’t see much of you on the blog nowadays. Have you stopped doing the flash fiction challenges? I do one every so often, but I don’t post anywhere near as much as I used to. I hope you and the family are keeping well down there in London. ❤
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Hi Millie,
I haven’t being around a lo, busy with work and school. We’re good thank you.
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Exclusively breastfeeding my little one is the best decision I have ever made. 🙂
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Awwww well done you and thank you for reading and commenting.
🙂
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Love this! New to this site but also ebf and enjoying it hugely!xx
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Welcome Lisa!
Lovely to have you here. Well done you and baby for taking on the journey.
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