Ode to the End of Breast Feeding

See Mom’s Breast

Moo. Moo. Moo.

See Mom Rest.

Boo. Boo. Boo.

See Mom get up and feed

Moo. Moo. Moo.

At every hour that you need.

Moo. Moo. Moo.

Now you have grown

And will not even have known

How often your mom

Drew out her breast

For you to feast,

All I can say

Is that cow’s are not the only

Ones who go

Moo. Moo. Moo.*



*While I will acknowledge the many benefits of breastfeeding**, I must say that I never got the whole “thing” with it. Two kids later, I am happy I did it for each of them as long as I did (1 year for oldest, 9 months for youngest), but I was not entranced by it. It was a means to an end, sometimes rewarding, sometimes annoying. While I will miss it in the sense that it is yet another baby milestone I will not experience again, I will not be crying over ending it. Do I end on a pun? Oh, why the hell not—Thanks for the Mammeries!

** Please don't take this as an invitation to discuss how bad a mother I am for not breastfeeding anymore. It was a mutual choice between me and my daughter, as is it your choice to continue (or not).