Breast-feeding is quiet and holy work—rocking, comforting, studying each other’s face and skin-to-skin bonding. When it goes well (and God knows, it doesn’t always go well!) nursing is a sweet and beautiful thing. It’s sweeter than honey, the psalmist might say, sweeter than the drippings of the honeycomb.
That sweetness could calm almost any storm: hurt feelings, scraped knees, fatigue, frustration, hunger or sadness. And why not? Food and warmth, comfort and calm. What more could you want?
Well, maybe one more thing: a lullaby. A favorite of ours was “This Little Light of Mine”—sometimes quietly sung, sometimes hummed. The music became another form of touch, of tangibly being together.