Amy Wright Glenn


The last drop from my breast

Today marks the end of World Breastfeeding Week 2016. In 2014, when my son was 2 and-a-half, we participated in a special photo shoot to honor World Breastfeeding Week. I remember that afternoon so well, I remember the joy in celebrating the natural and healthy bond between mother and child. I treasure the photos taken. It seems like yesterday. But time dances by, and two years have since passed. In the interim, I’ve written quite a lot on breastfeeding. I’ve examined…

  • August 7, 2016
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Thank you comforting, precious milk

The tenderness evoked, the calm the wonder present as he falls into the peace of sleep at the breast. I breathe in miracles. “When I feel mad, or frustrated … nummies … they help my body relax ,” my little one says. May he always remember this peace. I commit myself to mindfully navigating both the giving and the eventual letting go, while standing up confidently as a breastfeeding mother of a 3-and-a-half-year-old in an unfriendly culture. I behold his quiet, soft, sleeping face And I remember…

  • September 17, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

When He Naps

When he naps, I meditate. I nurse him down to sleep. Milk and song mingle together and soon his breath moves into the rhythms of dreamland. We breathe together as a calm, holy, wonder moves through the house. Toys are still. Dishes are done and the leaves outside dance in the wind. I stay home with this boy and offer my light to him. I know that this is sacred work. Naptime is particularly precious. His little form needs the…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn