I have struggled finding good resources for breastfeeding preschoolers but ran across this website tonight: http://www.naturalchild.org/articles/breastfeeding.html
Just in case anyone out there is like me, or the women and children these articles talk about, and is wondering if there are any other families co-sleeping and breastfeeding their kids past 3.
Molly's Place
Everyone needs a place -- their own little spot in the world. Somewhere where creativity flows, ideas are born, and the rushing pace of the world at large becomes still.
3.12.2012
Lost in play
Yesterday was such a perfect day. A perfectly normal day. An Eden-and-Mommy day that was spectacular just for the normal-ness of it. Eden's been getting over a cold so we skipped church. We watched some shows. Read a lot of books. Made lunch. Played school. Drove through the car wash. Went to the library. Did a little shopping. Finger painted...and then moved the paint into the bathroom and painted the bathtub.
I remember this sort of normal-ness from my childhood. Slow, lazy days at home, concentrated on discovery, keeping oneself occupied, learning, and spending the day with each other. Getting lost in our play. Making the day up as we went along.
Spending the day with the day itself.
Noticing the light on the walls as they day goes by. Letting yourself be a part of it rather than anxiously waiting for the next thing to happen.
Spending time listening to the daytime neighborhood sounds: wind chimes. Trucks. Children. Birds. Footsteps. Cars. Silence. The breeze flowing through the trees.
I am concerned that our society is forgetting what this feels like.
It feels good.
I remember this sort of normal-ness from my childhood. Slow, lazy days at home, concentrated on discovery, keeping oneself occupied, learning, and spending the day with each other. Getting lost in our play. Making the day up as we went along.
Spending the day with the day itself.
Noticing the light on the walls as they day goes by. Letting yourself be a part of it rather than anxiously waiting for the next thing to happen.
Spending time listening to the daytime neighborhood sounds: wind chimes. Trucks. Children. Birds. Footsteps. Cars. Silence. The breeze flowing through the trees.
I am concerned that our society is forgetting what this feels like.
It feels good.
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