I’m not going to lie, I’m typing this with a child attached to my boob….
Ok, I told Roan we shouldn’t call them “boobs”. So, a retraction and correction, I’m typing this with a child nursing at my breast. (Well, that sounds refined.)
That was a lie. I have two children on my boobs. One on each, actually. Weird, huh? Are you even still here? I know, it’s a good thing I have these photos because my writing isn’t really all that informative. But still, here you are? Thanks guys.
Also, one more thing: the comments on my last post made it one of my favorite things ever written here. Not because of my words, but because of yours. Every story every single comment – just really meant the world to me. Because these feeling resonate with every mother, and that normalizes everything, doesn’t it? I haven’t heard from my original reader/emailer, but here’s hoping she got the message that we’re all in this together – and none of us are perfect.
Now, back to the boys on my boobs. Breasts. Whatever. I will get back to posting more regularly someday but for now, I have to go sniff these children. It’s what I do.