I was 11 when I first got my period. I still remember it to this day. I must have read “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.” at least a dozen times in preparation for my big day. I’d read some book that talks about how different cultures celebrate puberty and periods with young girls so when it happened, I knew what it was.
I don’t know anyone who’s like, “OMG! I love liars!!” so when I say that I can’t stand a liar, I’m sure I’m preaching to the choir here. When most people lie to you, you have the option to cut them out of your life or forgive and keep it moving. But when your kids lie to you? Well, that recovery is not that easy.
It feels like it was just yesterday that I was pregnant with Mini and making the decision to breastfeed for the first time. Being completely honest, I wasn’t 100% committed to this idea of breastfeeding. I was 25 and going through a really rough time in life. Divorce, an unplanned pregnancy and jobless–rough time doesn’t fully describe things! I just wanted things to be as easy as possible. She was my first experience in breastfeeding and I loved it.
I’m a wannabe country girl who can’t give up the city so when I had the opportunity to hang out with some dairy cows on one of Organic Valley’s farms, I jumped at the chance. I’m still breastfeeding BC and while I was away from him, I was on the pump. Naturally as I hung out with the dairy cows, I realized that they had quite a few things in common with nursing moms.