This morning when I arrived at the briarwood playspace there was an older Vietnamese woman watching me nurse Lion. She came over and I said something along the lines of “isn’t it funny that my baby wants to play (and I pointed at Judah) and My big boy wants to nurse?” and she replied about how her mother said that she nursed for 4 years, and she was interested in how I was wearing Judah when I walked in. She told me all about the carrier that her mother had made her for her babies, and how she wore them when she was fleeing the war. Only 4 of her 5 children made it out with her, one perished in their flight to the states. She told me how the pain of losing the child was so great, that once she was settled here, she had to have one more baby, and that it helped ease the loss. So she said. . . . but her face betrayed her. She was wondering about my skin, and said I “looked so young!” and I told her about being gluten and casein free, and she was interested, and finally her adult daughter perked up who was behind her saying she had diabetes and we talked about diet stuff for a while. I asked this amazing woman to bring her carrier to the mall for me to see sometime. I really hope she does.