Cow’s Milk

Today was a bittersweet day. You know, I’ve been longing to get back on a farm…get closer to nature and all. And we found one! Right in our backyard! Literally! It’s walking distance from our house (though the sidewalk disappears for a few yards on the way…). Yup, it’s a farm complete with chickens, pigs, geese, horses, and cows. AND you can feed them too! It’s really a toddler’s (and a parent’s) dream come true!

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But while I’m happy about going to the farm today, what makes it so bittersweet is noticing how much our family has grown. You see, today, my daughter milked a cow. Yes, she sat on the ranger’s lap and squirted milk out of a cow. I might add that she was MUCH better at it than me. But maybe it’s because she only stopped nursing last week…which brings me to the bittersweet part. For 29 months, this girl has been attached to my breast, and now she’s finally grown up to the world of not breastfeeding. And I remember how I described myself as a true cow throughout the breastfeeding experience…being a Taurus breastfeeding mother and all. Well, I guess there is a time for us all to grow up. And just like it seemed to be me suffering from withdrawal more when we stopped co-sleeping, it’s again me who must embrace the concept of letting go…

Subhanallah. I just am so grateful that I was given the opportunity to breastfeed her for this long. What a blessing!

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