Christmas Breastfeeding - G'head, Tell Mary and Jesus to Cover Up...I'll Wait
When my son was just over a year old, we ran across this video. I'm not at all religious, but it struck me nevertheless. My son was hypnotized. There were so many babes in arms having "bed" like he did. It was like he could relate on the deepest of levels. He watched it over and over again, falling asleep in front of the screen, which was unheard of, as he always fell asleep at the boob instead. Something about this, though, touched his little self and it has had a special place in my heart ever since.
Enjoy. Enjoy the full message if you're the religious sort or on mute if you don't care to hear about the Mary, Joseph, Jesus story. The images are gorgeous no matter what you believe and they speak to my heart and the heart of my son who breastfed like these babes for 4 1/2 years. They didn't need to #normalizebreastfeeding or raise awareness about #NIP, because it already was normal. It is normal.
lovely! not only did previous generations know that nursing a child was not something that should be covered up, hidden away---they celebrated it as beautiful and holy. whether mary or isis or another divine/semi-divine lady, her nurturing was an icon of generous, loving care aspired to by all who saw these depictions. and indeed, what could be holier or more sacred than growing, bearing, and nurturing a new life from one's own body? what could be a better image of selfless love than nursing? thank you for sharing this.
lovely! not only did previous generations know that nursing a child was not something that should be covered up, hidden away---they celebrated it as beautiful and holy. whether mary or isis or another divine/semi-divine lady, her nurturing was an icon of generous, loving care aspired to by all who saw these depictions. and indeed, what could be holier or more sacred than growing, bearing, and nurturing a new life from one's own body? what could be a better image of selfless love than nursing? thank you for sharing this.
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