Chaffed nipples.
Sprinkler-sprayer-breasts.
Babies who cry ravenously for their mammary manufactured food… then don’t eat.
So you take them on a journey… and when you’re halfway back home, they want to eat. And they howl their wishes…
Ignorant, childless me… I got an education… All I ever wanted to know about motherhood… And then some!
Like these different ways to carry a baby that are (I never thought I’d say this…) CUTE!
All you moms know about those wraps, slings, and nifty baby-toters. They actually have me getting all maternal and stuff…
See, I spent the afternoon with a friend of mine and her baby girl. I was wrong to think all she and her husband did was feed and change.
Ohhhh, nooooo. There’s a whole ‘nother side to motherhood that goes beyond what I thought I knew. Lili schooled her still single, still childless childhood friend on the finer facets of motherhood…
Like sore nipples and the soothing power of lanolin… and those breasts that spray the shower as the shower sprays mother.
I had NO idea.
But the most amazing thing I learned when Lili, her daughter, and I went to a farmer’s market…
I learned that while I, a registered aunt, took my niece around town, I was so busy taking flight from mistaken identity (“Oh, no she’s my niece… I don’t have kids”), that I totally missed the magic of the mother’s club…
Their admission, paid through labor,
long nights,
chaffed nipples and spraying breasts.
And the mixture of pride and joy along with sheer hard work… is communicated without words… all of the joys and pains of motherhood experienced by all mothers: from the brand newbies on up to grands and great-grands.
“So, how old is your baby?”
No matter how young or old the mother… how old or young their kids…
In that question is contained all understanding about this not-so-secret secret society known the world over…
The Society of Mommies.
Hats off to ‘ya!
