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  1. An Unsensationalized Account of Extended Breastfeeding

    May 11, 2012 by leslee

    Everybody’s talking about it and because it’s so close to my heart, I have to too.

    I’m so angry at Time Magazine because they have sensationalized something that is very benign and simple. They’ve highlighted extreme cases of extended breast-feeding and now have everyone up in arms and horrified by women who would put their children through this.

    I haven’t read the article yet, just seen the pics and read the comments. People are saying some terrible stuff. It makes me want to cry because it’s not like they think at all. There is nothing selfish or weird about extended breastfeeding.

    I, like so many other women, never planned to nurse my babies past the age of one, it just kind of happened. My oldest daughter’s first birthday approached and she was showing NO indications of wanting to give up nursing, so I did my research. I read books, articles, talked to the pediatrician, and to other moms. Ultimately I decided we’d keep nursing until she weaned herself or turned 3, whichever happened first. My oldest daughter’s love language is physical touch, she loves to cuddle and be close, she was also a paci baby. Nursing was the way she relaxed and soothed herself. Breastfeeding to her was like meditation, watching TV, or drinking coffee to me. It made those early years easier for all of us. She ended up weaning at 2 years and 8 mos, 4 months before turning 3. She is 8 now and incredibly emotionally independent-but still a big cuddle bunny- and she has no real memories of breastfeeding. My youngest daughter was a bit different. She was less attached and really just liked to eat a lot as a baby. She wasn’t ready to wean at 1 either so we kept going for only 6 more months. She was weaned at 18 months. At that point I will say that I felt so incredibly FREE! I had loaned my body to my children for over three years and at that point I had it back. I cherished those nursing years, but it was never something I did solely for myself, it was always a choice made from KNOWING it was best for MY child.

    So on the topic of extended nursing. Please don’t call it weird. It’s not weird and when you say that you demean the loving choices women are making for their children. Please don’t call it selfish. A mother is literally giving up part of her body to offer something healthy and good to her child. Please, please, please, don’t dare insinuate the act is at all sexual. I personally felt zero sexual sensation in my breasts for over 3 years, that switch cut off completely the day my first daughter was born until I weaned my second daughter. And finally please don’t say a mother is going to ruin her child. You haven’t walked in her shoes, you don’t know the needs of HER child, so you can’t possibly know how said child will turn out in the end.

    In my opinion most women almost by accident find themselves still nursing their two-year-olds. I’d say very few planned it that way. We all just do the best we can with what we have and try to meet our children’s needs the way we see fit. I just really wish Time Magazine could have chosen a picture of what extended nursing really looks like, so that instead of seeing it as something odd people could see it for what it is-just another act of love.


  2. Advice For a New Mom

    February 24, 2012 by leslee

    The other day an old friend of mine who is also a BRAND NEW mom posted something on Facebook about observing other mothers and wondering if she would ever be a good mommy with fun crafts and projects. Reading that reminded me of the way I felt when my girls were younger.

    I used to have that kind of motherhood guilt. I knew moms who regularly did crafts with their toddlers, one who tutored hers on numbers and letters, one who was her child’s favorite plaything, and others who had their little ones involved in all sorts of activities. Since I have a more hands off approach (meaning I lose my patience or get bored with crafts, tutoring, and playing), I was constantly feeling inferior to these supermoms that seemed to surround me. Almost daily I fought against that inner voice that nagged about all the stuff I should be doing.

    Through all of that what I was doing was keeping a balance between my needs as a person and my children’s needs from me as a mother. I spent time with my girls loving them in the ways that came easiest for me. And I also picked up hobbies of my own. I started writing, reading a lot, and creating art. At times I wondered if doing those things was selfish, but I was always reminded that the girls were watching me and learning from me how to not only nurture their loved ones but how to nurture themselves.

    Now that my girls are school aged, I am in a constant state of gratitude for our family experience. I love being here for them sooo much. I love taking care of them, fixing their meals, washing their clothes, waking them up in the mornings, and volunteering in their classrooms. I do those things without blinking because it is who I am and what I was meant to do. I’ve never done a craft with them and could do without building Lego houses with them, but I love being present as they do those things. I love helping with homework and reading bedtime stories. I love traveling and going to restaurants with my girls. I also love seeing them take care of one another and be the best friends that they are.

    I believe as parents our role is to allow our children to become who they are meant to. The most important thing is to love them and be present for them whenever possible. They may not remember that you baked cookies or did crafts with them, but they will remember that you loved them. So if you’re even thinking of putting on that coat of guilt…DON’T! Love your children the way only you can and they will know they have the best mommy in the world!


  3. Freedom

    December 12, 2011 by leslee

    A couple of weeks ago, I spent Thanksgiving in NC with my family for the first time in about ten years. It was one of the best days I’ve had in recent years and I’ve had a lot of good days. I felt so much love that I was bubbling over. The time I spent with them was just perfect. In fact they (my family) were all perfect!

    A few years ago, on my old blog, I wrote a post about being the black sheep of my family. I pointed out all the ways I was different from my family and rambled about how they wished I would change. I’d believed that story for years.

    On one hand, the story helped me. Since I was the “outsider,” it was easier to follow my husband to Ohio when I was 23. I am certain that moving away was a huge part of my journey. But on the other hand, the story separated me from them. I allowed myself to notice those differences more than I should have. I didn’t always keep an open heart or open mind with them.

    So back to the present day and this Thanksgiving. I’m not really sure when this shift happened in me. It happened without me recognizing it, yet it happened. I realized that the story I carried doesn’t matter. In fact, it’s probably not even true. I don’t care if we agree on everything or nothing, I just love them. They are *my* people and they are freakin awesome!

    Right now I’m reading Byron Katie’s Loving What Is. She came up with a series of questions that you are to ask yourself when you are judging someone else. At the end she asks you to do the “turn around.” It is called The Work. As I read this book I realized I’d come to the same conclusions as I would have if I’d gone through the process. If I were to do the “turn around” with my old thoughts about my family it would look a little like this:

    Old Thought-My family doesn’t accept me as I am.
    turn around 1: My family does accept me as I am.
    turn around 2: I don’t accept my family as they are.
    turn around 3: I don’t accept myself as I am.

    Truth is that all of those turn arounds are probably truer than my original thought that my family didn’t accept me as I was. Our monkey minds tell us lies and use those lies to build walls between us and the people who love us most. Somehow on my own I was able to realize that maybe I was the one who wasn’t being accepting and loving and change it.

    The path I’m on is one of Love. It doesn’t mean I’m always loving, but that is my goal. I’m starting with the people closest to me. Letting go of the judgement (which was disguised as me thinking they were judging me) has left my heart full with love for them and my mind truly free.

    If you need a little freedom this holiday season, I’d recommend checking out Loving What Is.