Sacred and Staggering

At fourteen months, Henry is almost done nursing. It’s bittersweet for me. I’m elated to buy beautiful lingerie again. I will be burning the terrifying nursing bras I’ve been wearing for three years straight now! I’m excited to have my very own breasts again. And I’m sad to have this most beautiful and sacred time with him come to a close.
So, as we walked along the sea yesterday, he wanted to nurse. I sat down on the warm sand, the waves gently lapping my legs, the sun warming my back, and fed him. The ratio of salt to water in the ocean is almost identical to amniotic fluid. I felt so connected to something bigger than me, something ancient and beautiful, sacred and staggering.
Just a moment, a moment I will always remember, and always cherish.