\ˈbu̇-zəm also ˈbü-\
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English bōsm; akin to Old High German buosam bosom
Date: before 12th century
1 a: the human chest and especially the front part of the chest
2 a: the chest conceived of as the seat of the emotions and intimate feelings b: the security and intimacy of or like that of being hugged to someone's bosom
3: the part of a garment that covers the chest or the breasts
Pronounced in my family (and I believe most) boo (like book with out the k) sum.
It may seem like an unlikely thing to blog about, but I want to tell you about my Grandmother's bosom. Here is a picture of my Grandmother, Ruth Anne, when she was about 14. Apparently the picture at one point had included her, then, boyfriend on her left side. She tore him out long before my Mother or I were born and threw him away!
Wasn't she sweet looking? And so stylish too! My oldest Son looks so much like her it's uncanny!
Anyways on to the reason for my post. One of my favorite things growing up was my Grandmother's bosom. They were soft, warm, smelled good and always could be counted on to have a kleenex tucked in the middle for runny noses or the stray tear.
She would hug me close and I would rest my head on her bosom where I felt loved, protected and safe. When I was a small child, she was like a safe place I could count on to be there for me.
Later, when I was an adult, and I could no longer feel comfortable laying my head on her chest, she was all that and more for my two oldest children. Here is a picture of her with my oldest at his baptism:
So to all of you that are Grandmother's, as I hope to be one day, hug your baby's babies close to your bosom...it is a safe harbor in a busy life for them and trust me...they will remember it!