A memory sweeter than Calpis

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🎙️ "Delivering another small note to help you keep going today"
#noteNote Club This is Chihiro, the club president🌿
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Today is an [Extra Edition]

I would like to enter the contest for "
Notes that aren't useful at all", a project by the guru whose followers are exploding on "X", the "Unemployed Note Research Institute".

A few years ago,


I asked my daughter, who was in the upper grades of elementary school, this question.

"What is the most delicious thing you've ever had?"

My daughter answered immediately.

"Mommy's breast milk!"

"Huh?????"

She said she couldn't remember the taste, but it was definitely much more delicious than Calpis.

She even said, "If I could, I'd want to drink it again."

My daughter weaned off breast milk on the day of the Doll Festival, just before she turned three.

Was it a bit too much to keep nursing her until she was nearly two and a half?

I, too, did not rush the weaning process.

However, when my daughter was two and a half, her younger brother was born,

and perhaps thinking that her brother would 'steal her breast milk,'

my daughter's attachment to nursing became even stronger.

Even though they weren't twins, I would have my daughter nurse from my right breast and my son from my left.

Since my daughter was a 'pro' at nursing, she would drink a lot skillfully,

leaving no breast milk for my son,

so I ended up having to feed my son formula.

I was doing something quite inefficient.

(Even though I really wanted to prioritize the baby...)

There were times like this, too.

When my son was two months old, he was hospitalized with pneumonia. I ended up staying overnight to look after him.

Every time my daughter visited, she would nurse.

With an expression that seemed to say, "This breast is mine!"

Thinking, "I can't blame her since I'm making her feel lonely," I didn't scold her.

Even so,

Deciding that I would eventually have to "wean" her, one month before the Doll Festival,

I showed her the calendar and kept telling her, "You'll say bye-bye to nursing at the Doll Festival."

For the Doll Festival, I laid out her favorite fried chicken and cake.

I made it the anniversary of saying goodbye to breastfeeding.

My daughter, who had been fussing for so long, seemed to accept it,

and from that day on, she stopped asking for the breast.

More than ten years have passed since then,

and my daughter once told me, "Mom's breasts are the best."

Ah, so my breasts were that valuable.

I felt a sense of surprise mixed with happiness.

"I'm so annoyed with you, Mom!!!"

She sometimes curses at me like this, but

When I think, 'What's soaked into your body is my breast milk,' I can forgive anything like a Bodhisattva.

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An extra edition of 'Continuing Note'.

Participating in projects like this one, which are being advertised on social media, is also one of the tricks to keeping up with writing notes.

I would like to actively participate in them from now on as well.

Mushoku-san, thank you for the wonderful project!

▼ Works by creators currently participating in the contest.
They are all just too 'useful'~

Thank you for reading until the end.

Likes and comments are very encouraging 🕊️🌿

See you in the next note!