Love

I never expected this. Or I was scared of hoping for it. But there's a real, wonderful sense of wellness and calm in breastfeeding my son. After years during which my body refused to do what it had to do (heal, mostly), there's more than a little happiness in being able to provide enough milk for my ogre.
And every time, it means that he did come from me. He is truly mine. I'm his maman. And then I keep on smiling.