One of the benefits of being a breastfeeding mother of 1 is that I have lots of time to either think or read. Baby Ish often falls asleep after 5 or 6 minutes of nursing. I like to spend his awake nursing moments looking into his eyes and either talking to him quietly or singing to him. After that, I read.
This week I finally finished The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. I started reading it on the morning of June 24th while trying to get Baby Ish to flip over in the womb. That night I went into labor. Starting to realize how starved for adult conversation I become when Ish is at work, I decided to pick the book back up. It is amazing how reading connects me to my pre-motherhood self. When I read, I feel like more than just "Momma"; As my brain greedily drinks in a powerful draught of words, I feel like Siné. Drunk on a strong brew of literary ambrosia, my need for adult conversation is satiated, and my ability to be a loving mother is bolstered in a way I can't quite describe.