4/52 – Unexpected Perspective
I never imagined that our nursing relationship would be as important to me as it has become. Perhaps it is because I’m not instinctively a nurturing person. Fixing your scrapes or helping you mend your broken heart isn’t something that will come easily to me. Breastfeeding didn’t come easily, but it’s become the way I nourish your stomach and your soul.
I’m endlessly trying to capture you nursing. With every photo I come closer to capturing what I see in my minds eye, but I haven’t nailed it yet. It’s hard to hold up a big camera with one hand and to take a perfectly framed self-portrait!
Your Mama has explicitly indicated that she’s seen enough of my boobs in photos, so this is a fresh take on breastfeeding. Post-nursing with a tiny droplet of milk below your lip I hold you close and tight. I cherish our breastfeeding relationship and wish I could hold on to it forever. But just like my newborn morphed into an infant and is now beginning to morph into a toddler, I recognize that my being your milk mommy is all too fleeting.
