Becoming a mother. Nurturing my relationship with Emily through nursing, and our journey as a breastfeeding dyad. Getting to know a handful of truly amazing women that supported me and encouraged me to get involved with La Leche League. And Boobs!
I could use today’s post about my boob ornament as a platform for discussing breastfeeding. The impact that it had on me as a mother, on my parenting choices or the impact I believe it had on Emily. But I suspect that in the coming year I will talk more about my boobs and the magic that they share with this new baby than any of you care to read about.
I am not really very good at making friends with women. And groups of women I find even more intimidating than happening upon them one at a time. I’d not been attending La Leche League meetings long when the Ornament Making party was scheduled. All in attendance at the meetings were invited, but me being me, I just couldn’t quite wrap my mind around actually going. It wasn’t really a meeting. And they had to invite everyone to be nice, right? So maybe I shouldn’t go… And I chickened out.
Later in the holiday season imagine my delight when I saw the La Leche League tree at Hotline‘s Festival of Trees. It was a tree covered in golden glittering boobs. I had found my people.
So many years later I am delighted all over again when I take them out of their cocoon. There are only a handful of ornaments that get carefully wrapped in paper towels. And my boobs? I take very careful care of my boobs.
Merry Christmas, Boobs. Big, small, lactating, push up brassiered, sports bra bound, hot dog nippled, bartending money makers, middle school distractions, you have meant so much to me and so many others through the years. I’ll raise a glass to you again soon enough.