In the stillness of the night the dream is real, but far too soon my slumber is awakened and the tiny infant I suckled at my breast is gone. I feel an innate sadness sweep over me as I realise it was simply a dream.
My five children are now grown and some with children of their own, but my primal need to nurture and nourish remains within me and frequently returns to haunt me in the middle of my night.
“Imagine that the world had created a new ‘dream product’ to feed and immunize everyone born on earth. Imagine also that it was available everywhere, required no storage or delivery, and helped mothers plan their families and reduce the risk of cancer. Then imagine that the world refused to use it.” ― Frank A. Oski
When my first child was born I observed other mothers reach for bottles of formula with which to feed their newborns. I soon became the odd one out on my maternity ward.
Some even looked at me with distaste as I cradled my first-born to my breast and gave her the sustenance she was due.
There was no greater reward than the delight of nursing and nourishing, a pleasure I would be privileged to enjoy with each subsequent child.
Humans can learn much by observing the work of Mother nature and this mother and her lamb could lead the way. Although the lamb is getting big, her mother’s milk is still much more than a mid-morning snack.
Written in response to the Daily Word-prompt ‘Snack‘