I smile as I watch the tension build. I quickly reach to unclasp the cage that holds my immediate comforter. In response to her whimpers, I feel the flow of nourishment flood down towards the receptacle-my baby. Again, I am amazed by the natural reflex that opens the gates within, letting food and drink flow like manna and rain from heaven.
I feel glad that I am a mother – I have birthed this new life and still I give even more life in the form of this fluid that feeds, consoles, comforts and lulls to sleep. It is satisfying, it is filling, it causes growth, it reduces disease, it is unique, it is powerful!
What a privilege to be me!
My baby feeds on, unaware of the powerful feelings surging through her mother. When her acute need reduces, she opens her eyes and looks at me. We stare at each other and take in every feature. We get to know each other and I fall in love again.
Her stomach begins to fill and her eyelids flutter as sleep beckons again. Finally, she lets go of my breast and the expression on her face is one of satisfaction and doziness.
Words cannot describe the feeling of that moment.