Seriously, I don’t mind if you breastfeed your kid till grade school.
What I mind is the implication, on Time‘s cover this week, that if I choose to end my nursing relationship earlier than when the kid gets his driver’s permit, I am somehow not, in their words, “Mom Enough.”
Oh, I am Mom Enough. Mom Enough to have nursed three babies. Mom Enough to know not to be bitten by a baby. Mom Enough to know I’m in charge of my body, not my child. Mom Enough to have pumped milk by hand, yessiree.
And I am Mom Enough, and woman enough, and friend enough, not to judge my friends who did it differently, which was most of them. To feel for my friend who wanted so much to nurse and couldn’t and had to give up after eight agonizing weeks of physical and psychological pain. To feel for another who went through child-led weaning long past when she was ready herself. To empathize with the friend who never nursed because she wanted her boobs to be her own.
I have no issue with attachment parenting. If it works for you, gei gezuhnta heit (go in good health). What I have an issue with is a magazine fanning the flames of a Mommy War. We fellow moms should stick together, not Mommy War about which method of nutrition delivery makes us a better mother.