Saturday, February 16, 2008
nursing girl & frog
I am still in somewhat of a shock that my first born daughter is on her own. The space she left feels vacant, and I think of her all the time. Her life...it is her own now, yet it always was. Now it is just that I have to call her to learn about it. It is such a change, though one I can see is the way of it. (she'll probably want to trade in her cell for a more traditional line!)
I sat today and felt the overwhelming love I always feel when I nurse my youngest daughter. Amulet is 19 months, and she fell asleep at the breast with a darling little frog. Feeling her suckle, feeling the milk well up inside of me and let down for her, knowing that she feels safe and content, I will hang on to these moments and store them away for when I am 90. I won't waste a second of it. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.