Today, I became an aunt. We, my husband, son and I had been talking about this for months, and especially so the past couple days. This morning, I mentioned that my sibling's baby was born to my son.
"When?" my son asked. I was surprised. I am not sure how I expected him to react, perhaps not visibly. We checked my phone for the last text and determined the general hour or so of his cousin's birth.
After breakfast, I took out my worn and loved copy of The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding. My son and I crammed into "The Bluech" (pronounced "blue-ch" - add a hard "ch" to "blue").
The Bluech is one-person armchair that I trash picked in Princeton when he was a toddler. For all the hours we spent sitting in that chair and nursing, it seems I have not one photograph of us together in The Bluech. Alas.
Today, we flipped through half of the The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding, crammed into The Bluech, a seven year and his mother. The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding - La Leche League, my lifeline, my love, my inspiration and gentle reminder to keep listening to my heart and mothering from that place.
We got halfway through the book, enjoying and commenting on some of the photographs of babies, children, mothers, and nummies. My big kid sat on my lap. Quietly tears rolled down my cheeks, until it was time to do something else.