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If I’m being honest, I’ve been having a hard time with World Breastfeeding Week.

Seeing all the beautiful pictures of celebs breastfeeding their children and reading about how amazing breastfeeding is and what a bond the mother shares with the baby was hard for a formula feeding mom like myself.

It’s made me feel like I’m missing out on some quintessential piece of motherhood.

But then I realize, I would love my son all the same, not more or less, based on how or what I feed him. It’s the fact that I am able to feed him and hold him and love him that matters. The rest is just my pride and other people’s judgement. Both of which, my son is unable to notice.

Love is the quintessential piece of motherhood. Nothing else.