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Breatfeeding Toddler Twins, Nursing and the Moon

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by Susan Davies
(Boise, ID USA)

Visitor Extending Breastfeeding Story: Every once in awhile, a window opens up that allows us to see the cosmic significance of our parenting.

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Once such moment happened to me on a sunny, summer evening. My almost two-year old twin daughters and I were out jumping on the neighbor’s trampoline. Well, they were jumping, I was reading. During a break, Rachel looked up and noticed the moon. She studied it for a moment and then reached out her hands, palms up and wrists sticking way up. “Moo, moo, moo,” she repeated over and over in her ‘not quite words’ voice.

Amused, I tried to explain that I could not get her the moon (would that I could). She insisted, becoming quite frustrated. Finally, I stood up on the tramp, and dramatically tried to reach the moon for her. That was enough so she could see it was not possible.

Meanwhile her twin sister Grace was watching the whole interchange. And then they went back to jumping and I to reading.

The next evening, we jumped again. This time, Grace reached her hands up to the moon and said, “Mama, moon, chow!” Chow is our nursing word. So the translation was, “Mama, can you get the moon for me so I can nurse it?” She was pulling up her shirt and pointing to the moon.

This turned out to be the pinnacle experience in her most recent phase of wanting to nurse everything that crossed the path of her life. So far, she had nursed stuffed toys, dolls, books and food. We were amused by the way she would toddle over to the little rocking chair, sit down, pull up her shirt (one piece outfits were definitely out during this phase) and place the favored object squarely on her belly button. Sometimes she would sing to it. Eventually, she learned to look down and inquire, “all done?” In addition, she had asked to nurse every stray cat, dog and person who showed up at the house.

Grace knew that breastfeeding was the ultimate act of love and nurturing. She thought it the best way to show friendship and affection.

Even though she won’t remember asking to give the moon some chow, I know the extended breastfeeding relationship we have shared will provide a sound foundation for her future relationships with her world. No matter what other parenting mistakes I have made or will make, I will never regret breastfeeding.

Once again, I have learned that nature and God know best when it comes to nurturing a baby. And so does Grace. Even at her young age, she knows a good thing when she sees it. Mama, moon, chow?


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