I breastfed both of my children, worked and went to school all at the same time. It was challenging but well worth it. The closeness we develop, I am finding was not momentary, it’s for life! My daughter is now twelve and my son is six. They don’t remember reaching up touching my face as they nursed, or the long loving gazes we exchanged. They don’t recall how my bare breast comforted them when they were fussy. But, even now at twelve if my daughter has had a rough day or my son needs comforted, they come to me and they seek my touch. I didn’t realize it at first, but they wanted to feel that...