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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…

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…

Tomorrow you turn two. You are my little one, my constant companion, my sweet guy. Soon you will have journeyed twice around our glorious sun. Today, I watch you move, jump, and dance. We practice singing “Happy Birthday” in the mirror. I make up words and blow on your belly. Delight fills my soul as you laugh. Two years ago at this very time, my labor was picking up. I moaned with each contraction. I swayed and cried. I did…