But... Because I'm breastfeeding is relevant. It's also relevant that we wear our children and pretty much have a 'touchy' relationship with our kids overall. Not in a creepy way, just in a parental kind of way. When they cry, we hug them... When the little is hungry, I feed her... When they want to snuggle, we snuggle them... especially the little because she still wants to snuggle to sleep, and sometimes she won't let me put her down to nap so I snuggle her some more. I'm okay with all that, that's the parenting choice we made. And I wouldn't change it one bit! But here's what really gets to me:
Whining!
I love parenting the way we have decided to parent the kids.... but I can't stand the whining; it's like nails on a chalkboard to me! What's even worse is when they whine and want to hug, and snuggle, and nurse, and hug, and nuzzle they're pretty little heads in momma's bossom where they feel safe and secure and by this point I'm ready to scream "DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T ANYONE COME NEAR MY CHEST! GET OFF MY CHEST! DON'T EVEN LOOK AT MY CHEST!" as I run off crying because I probably just shattered their worlds.... Now I don't do that, because that would not be healthy for me, my husband or my children. But it certainly goes through my head on occasion. Instead, I, of course, do all the hugging, nuzzling, nursing, etc that they need until I can be relieved by the first adult who walks remotely into the area. And then I quickly jump up and take five to calm myself down for the next round.
I'm sure there's a few of you behind the screen telling the computer how bad of a mom I am... Well I don't believe it. I know I'm not the only mom who's thought these things... I know I'm not the only mom who can only stand so much whining with children nuzzling her chest! And I am hoping that writing this for everyone to see will help another mama realize that she's not the only one thinking these things, too. And that's okay. It's okay to need a break and it's okay to want your body back for five minutes. It's okay! I promise you.
