I read an interesting article today entitled Breastfeeding: Who Are You Really Doing It For? Go take a look then come back here.
Off you go.
Did you read it? Good. Then let us continue.
So, the article asks why is it that it’s a bit taboo for a mother to admit she actually enjoys breastfeeding her child, and why people in western cultures get a little freaked out by anything other than the very smallest babies being fed at the breast (and sometimes even finding newborn nursing a little weird). It seems to be a particularly western thing too, as the worldwide norm is to feed until the child stops of their own accord, which is sometimes several years, not just months. It’s not even “extended” breastfeeding – as the article says, it’s just breastfeeding.
I breastfed Tadpole for almost 15 months when he quit of his own accord. I was sad when it was over – I had planned on a minimum of 18 months and letting him self-wean at whatever age he wanted. It just happened that he wanted that at 15 months. I’m currently feeding my almost 5 month old second son (who you all know as Button) and cherishing every moment, because I know full well that even if he nursed for several years, it would be over too soon for me.
I love nursing my children. It’s a comfort to both of us and it’s lovely feeling so needed. Even if we nurse to full term and it’s a few years, those years are so very short. They are little for so short an amount of time and they don’t need us quite as much as they used to.
So I’ll enjoy it while I can. I’ll enjoy those quiet, snuggly moments when my son and I cuddle up together and we are, for a brief period in time, the only people in the world.