Mother Nature’s Son

Paradise Campground, Oregon.  Sebastian is hungry, so we stop.  As a mother, there are a lot of uncomfortable places and ways to feed your baby, but there are also some moments where it just feels right.  In this moment, I felt connected to the outside world, a part of the living cycle in which things are born, things live, things grow and things die.  It was a feeling of oneness with nature. We are but animals, although sometimes we forget.

Some other moments where I felt this baby-feeding bliss:  sitting on a bench in Brazos Bend State Park, listening to the frogs and birds peeping a night time chorus as the sun began to set.  Perched on a rock here along the below lakeside, at another campground in Oregon in Mt Hood National Forest.

A bald eagle flew across the lake, and after I fed the baby, we stopped by the shore to look at him perched at the top of a dead tree across the lake.  An osprey hunted for fish above us.

Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise/ Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies   (Lennon/McCartney, “Mother Nature’s Son”

It’s going to be a sad day when my milk is gone, as it is already threatening to do, because I really do enjoy feeding baby in this way, and especially when we are alone in the outdoors.