i'm nasty.
i'm perverted.
i'm addicted to endorphins.
i should be ashamed of myself.
i have heard all of these things because i breastfeed my toddler.
photo by ama. chiang mai, thailand. october 2013i didn't grow up in a family where women really breastfed children much past six months -if they did at all- and was raised in a societal generation that encouraged formula feeding.
i never intended to still be breastfeeding lili at two and a half...it just happened.
about eight years ago, a friend told me that she was going to breastfeed her daughter for at least a year- i thought that she was crazy!
and look at me now...
i cannot think of a better connection that a mother can share with her child than breastfeeding. i remember putting ama on my breast minutes after she was born in complete awe; it was amazing to think that my breasts held the capability to nourish my child. there's something overwhelming about that gaze between a mother and child while he or she is sucking at the breast.
*this post was originally written, but never completed or published, december 2012 when we were still in malaysia.
