The Third Month, Reflection

This has become our routine, you and me. Almost hourly I lift you to my breast and you suckle, sometimes fast and other times soft and slow. It has been my joy to watch your butterfly smiles flutter, ever so briefly, across your face as you pull and swallow.

Today I lift you and swing you into the nook of my arm, and for the first time you greet me with a wide-eyed smile of recognition. Your smile breaks open your face so it’s joy can flood out. Our eyes hold each other’s. Your fingers curl round my sweater. You know me and this time together. You put your mouth to my nipple, welcoming the nourishment of body and soul.


From January