I miss breastfeeding at 47
It was recently decided in my city that hospital staff will refer to breastfeeding as “chest feeding”from now on and it cast my mind back to when my grown up children would nurse.
I nursed them for longer than many mothers, deciding they would be the ones to chose to stop, which they all coincidentally did aged 8. Perhaps there’s something about that age that makes children more conscious of the opinions of their peers?
I miss being a source of nourishment for them, I miss the innocent comfort they took. My son, being the oldest, stopped first (a forewarning of the day it all ended) and I missed providing for him what no other woman could. I understand that they are far too old for this now but the remnants of that unique bond linger.