what momma writes

death and grief are just weird, but at the same time oh so natural. there are moments when it hits you out of no where. my grandma has been gone 3 months and my grandpa about 9. it's not that i selfishly want them here anymore as they lived long, good lives and are ridiculously happy now, but it's bizarre that they are physically gone. i haven't been able to sit down and write about grandma. i really haven't had the time to dedicate, but i think of her often. she and grandpa's items in our house give me peace. every day i get to see her china cabinet in our dining room. while it's not filled with her grandmotherly nick-nacks, it is very purposeful in our house and i think of her every time i see it. and as weird as it sounds, some days i'm in disbelief it's in our house. like, "wait a minute, what is this doing here? this is supposed to be in grandma's house...." grandma is the epitome of a heart of gold. there was no stopping her goi

stopped what you ask? nursing. i nursed my daughter until she was about 28 months. no, not a typo. if i could, i would insert the following emoticons because I know that's what the majority of you are thinking. scoffing, judging, disgusted and appalled looks, and the look of disbelief.  I know the look because i've witnessed it. people don't mean to, but it's obvious.  to be fair, i had some pre-judgments of nursing in general. BEFORE i nursed. i just thought "oh you stop and then you are done." or "don't you want your body back?" the thing is your boobs aren't just done over night. and sometimes your babe isn't either. and honestly it's not inconvenient after a certain age because your supply tapers to the child so wanting your body back really can vary per mother. never in a million years did i think i would have nursed passed 12 months, then 15, then 18. then i just stopped counting because it was what it was. i didn'