One of the most endearing things to behold in life is the miracle of how a woman transforms immediately from someone who lives for herself into someone who lives for another tiny little human being.
“In my experience nursing is waiting. The mother becomes the background against which the baby lives, becomes time. I used to exist against the continuity of time. Then I became the baby’s continuity, a background of ongoing time for him to live against. I was the warmth and milk that was always there for him. My body, my life, became the landscape of my son’s life. I am no longer merely a thing living in the world, I am a world.” – Sarah Manguso, ‘Ongoingness’