It’s important to mark certain milestones in life with tangible symbols.
Some women enjoy jewelry; “push presents” for each new baby, in the form of rings, or pendants, or earrings, or bracelets set with lovely stones.
Others go for cars, or house additions, or new furniture. Others like new home dec items.
I’m leaning toward something really special, to mark my passage into one aspect of motherhood that, I can honestly say, has changed me forever. That symbol needs to be enduring, as the changes have been enduring. Something portable, decorative, and meaningful.
Therefore, the thing I want most of all, to commemorate the years I’ve spent feeding babies is this:
I want an engraved cowbell, in brass or bronze. I want it engraved with the names and birthdates of my Tall, Dark, and Slightly Neanderthal fellow’s variously-sized, starving offspring.
(Please pardon the sanitized cussing in the following paragraph. I feel really strongly about this.)
Nursing is natural, but it was dang hard work, and I want a trophy, dang it, to acknowledge all that leaking, and chafing, and industrial bra design, and swelling, and more leaking, and inadvertent public exposure, and some additional leaking, and Greco-lacto baby wrestling, and millions of trips down the hallway toward a yelling infant, whilst I muttered a doleful “Moooooo.”
Because Motherhood is a beautiful, womanly, graceful thing.
My middle name has been Lunch, and I want a cowbell, engraved, for my living room mantel.
Thank you. Thank you very much.