During several recent social events, the a few new moms have popped a boob out and started feeding without interrupting the flow of conversation. First it was shock, then awe.

I wasn’t in awe of the exposed breast. I was awed at how these moms could make dinner and feed their newborn while maintaining scintillating cocktail banter.

My cousin just had a baby and declines to breast feed in or around anyone but her husband. I’m cool with that. I do tease her from time-to-time about not breast feeding in public like some other moms I’ve met. She laughs and we exchange crazy stories.

Yesterday, as she departed the family Holiday (okay … Christmas) potluck, this little ditty left her lips … “We’ve got to go so Ethan can enjoy the feast I just had”. My brain was a bit slowed by the long day of preparation topped off with a couple of glasses of wine. I chuckled and sent the family dairy farmer on her way to the milking machine.