I don’t feel particularly like a cow but I like cows and wouldn’t be offended by the idea, though wouldn’t be impressed if someone said to me I suppose because I’d question their motives.
When I was pregnant and contemplating birth I spent several hours one afternoon watching animal birth videos on YouTube and ended up watching animals feeding their young as well, it was funny, beautiful, fascinating, quite moving. I remember watching my cat feeding her kittens, or rather lying there while they squished themselves on top of her scrambling for the best spot and then settling down happily for their meals.
As a bit of a hippy at heart I’ve found pregnancy, birth and feeding my baby has made me feel connected to the natural cycle in a lovely way, especially giving birth in the spring surrounded by signs of birth and renewal all around. In that way I feel more grateful to be a woman and all it gives me, the chance to grow a baby and then feed her.
I’m not quite at the point of jacking in my job and moving to the hills to grow vegetables and open a small holding away from the rat race. But this time post pregnancy away from the fuss of my normal life has made me think of things very differently, which has caught me off guard, and feeding has contributed to that hugely because it’s made my purpose, for now, different.