Milk Mama

Today I was in a public bathroom washing my hands after doing my business. I happened to look in the mirror and see that the front of my bra was all askew. It is an old one but I neglected to do laundry this week and so this is the one I was stuck with today. I reached about my front trying to adjust it when I noticed another woman watching me. She looked at me with what I perceived as empathy and said, “Ah, nursing. I so understand.”
I looked down at my ginormous set of girls and pondered for a moment just how to reply. Coming up with nothing good, I nodded and said something along the lines of,”Um, yeah. What are you gonna do?”
She then replied with a small giggle, “I know! I nursed my son for a little over 25 months. It will get better.”
I nodded again and added, “Um, yes. Well, we’re almost there.”
I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that I my son is almost 3 years-old and that I haven’t nursed him, or any other child, in nearly 18 months. It would have only made her uncomfortable and me feel like a cow for having these gigantic hooters.
I later told my friend Dawn about the incident and she broke into laughter and said, “Honey, the term jugs was invented just for you.”