It is not something magical. Something special. Something private.
Nor a picture perfect ideal impossible for you to achieve.
Not intended as entertainment for your prying eyes nor to look away from.
It is as ordinary as your lunch sandwich you take a bite of
while you are talking to me and scrolling through your twitter feed.
It is as common as they come like breadcrumbs you spill on your lap
Or the stain you leave on my kitchen table after
you took a too greedy gulp from your coffee.
It is as loving as the lullabies you sing or the kisses you bury him under
It comforts like no blanket or any food can do.
Call it what you will.
I call it the most ordinary thing in the world.
xoxo – Irene
Inspired by the hype about Doutzen Kroes’ picture on Instagram, Mirjana’s Writing‘s post about it, the over-stylized portraits by Ivette Ivens, and this post by Mommy Spits the Dummy that I’ve commented on. This post is prompted by Blogging 101 day 12 “Inspired by the neighbors.”
The featured picture is me with my youngest son when he was 10 months old and I was nursing him just after having taken him on a run with the stroller. My squinting eyes are caused by the sun, not because of breastfeeding.