Breastfeeding toddlers is a sport, it feels like, at times.
I'm not sure for how much longer our nursing journey will last, but day by day (and night) I'm surrendering to the (milk) flow and am soothing my restlessness when it comes with service-hearted mantras and reminders that all of this - this fleeting time of caring for our small babes - is just a fraction of our life in general.
We've done our best... and my best is to find ways to offer my heart where I can. I want to love my family with acts of service while they are all so close, so that when they fly away I know for sure I did the thing I set out to do - to be the Mother I want to be for ME!
Surely they will benefit, but hey man - this is my only shot at doing this thing, and I want to be clear with myself that I'm not living for my family, they are not my entire world but they are offering me the opportunity to live out this Motherhood dream of my own.
This live-to-serve way doesn't have to be the type of service that feels resentful - I've definitely had moments of feeling that, and am not claiming that my heart sings with every beat - but it's the light easy act of being grateful to serve that I crave from day to day, night by night. When I find that particular flow when I do, my does it feel good.
Happy #internationalbreastfeedingweek, people of Earth.
I see you all, all of you service-hearted Mothers.
These words were originally published on Instagram by @ozarkmamadeer