Thanksgiving for the Breastfeeding Mother
Let us count our blessings for the breastfeeding mother,
A multitasker like no other.
Patient and loving, tender and sweet,
She feeds her nursling while the rest of us eat.
The milk she provides comes fast on command,
With all of the nourishment baby demands.
Her sacrifice; fashion, slumber, and time,
For moments of let-down exhausting, sublime.
So make up her plate with turkey and gravy,
Stuffing and yams, brussel sprouts… maybe.
A slice of each pie, she’ll eat more than you.
She’s a breastfeeding mother so it’s Thanksgiving for two.