My friend, Angela, has three little boys. Her oldest is in kindergarten and her youngest is one. Her middle boy has Down’s Syndrome and is extremely high maintenance. Angela, though, is wonderful and handles all of the challenges in her life with such grace that she inspires even the most weary of moms around her. She blogs with humor and amazing depth at her blog My Three Sons.
For some reason, despite the fact that my youngest child was weaned 8 months ago, breastfeeding has been on my radar the last couple of days.
It started with this post by Kelly the Kitchen Kop. It was an interesting post with good links, a beautiful picture, and a post that Gregg felt compelled to respond to. Then a friend of mine has been struggling with the discomforts of weaning and has had a few Facebook updates about it. And it culminated in me reading a message board post on a debate board about breastfeeding, and in the long discussion with a few dozen replies, I read the standard politically correct tip-toeing around breastfeeding vs. formula feeding. Reading this message board in the wake of reading Kelly’s post really got me thinking.