Our September–October issue is out (still available only in digital format, but print is coming, we promise!), and here’s a sneak peek at one of my favorite photos in the issue.

This one, to accompany an article on how breastfeeding helps fight postpartum depression, was taken by Laura Siebert—who is rapidly becoming one of my favorite photographers to work with. She’s got a great eye, is seemingly unflappable under stress, has a delicious sense of humor, and consistently creates top-quality photos. What more could an art director ask? (You may well have seen her work: she has been responsible for three of our last four covers!)

To see more of Laura’s work, please visit her sites here and here.

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P.S. I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this, but the dad, in addition to being a sweet attachment-parenting proponent, is also a famous fighter in the UFC world!

We had talked about the shelter as a possible eventuality—if we weren’t able to find homes for the kittens (we already had four cats, so keeping any kittens was out of the question) —but didn’t really have a plan as to when. We figured we’d know when it was time.

So, this weekend, old friends (one allergic to cats) were coming from Iowa to visit, due to arrive Sunday night. After cleaning in preparation for them most of the day Saturday, Tim and I awoke Sunday morning to discover kitty poop on our bed, the couch, a few spots on the floor. . . washing machine not working . . . toilet clogged.  . .  kittens underfoot and hanging from the curtains.

It was time.

We took the kittens to the shelter, crying all the way. Me, I mean. Feeling very sad. And very guilty.

The guilt felt familiar. Similar to how I felt almost 20 years ago when I admitted that I really wanted to quit breastfeeding—even though Reeve was not yet a year old. Guilty and selfish and sad—but aware of my limitations. I was tired and wanted my body back. I wanted my autonomy back. I didn’t know anybody else breastfeeding a toddler. I felt I could not continue. (Had I known then what I know now about the additional benefits babies—and mothers—gain from extended breastfeeding, perhaps things would’ve been different.)

When I started at Mothering six years ago, I was working with Peggy on a new look for the magazine, and we were talking about changing the tagline which runs under the logo. I suggested “Your guide to natural family living.” She said, no, we don’t want to guide parents: “We want to make information available so that they can learn to trust  their instincts where their children are concerned— after having armed themselves with information.”

I love this. This philosophy suggests that we ought to be respectful of thinking parents who are trying to do what they can to raise their children the very best way they can—even if their choices might be different from our own. While, yes, we aim to, say, give birth naturally or breastfeed for two years, these might not be goals we are capable of meeting, for reasons beyond our control, and we have to assess, adjust, and change course. We do what we can, understanding that we’ve tried to do our idealistic best in a real-world situation.

Tim and I couldn’t keep the kittens any longer. It would have been wonderful to have held on to them longer or to have been able to place them with people we know, but it didn’t happen that way. We took in their mom when she showed up at our back door, fed and sheltered her, provided a place for her to give birth, then nurtured her kittens for eight delightful, fulfilling weeks. We did what we could, and that has to be OK.

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Photo of three of the five kittens, enjoying Sunday’s sunshine from the vantage point of our front window

The quality of photos sent in by readers with their letters to the editor seems to have improved markedly over the last few years.

Here’s a stunning shot from the new November-December issue of reader Erin Riggio, of Tacoma, Washington, taken by her brother in Assisi, Italy, as she was breastfeeding her son.