When my now 6 year old was 20 months old, I was feeling really touched out. I had struggled through serious post-partum depression and just felt in my heart that it was time for us to wean. We talked about it and decided when we would be through.
We climbed into my bed on a warm, August day. I have no recollection of where the other kids were at that time…surely in the basement with toys strewn all about. But I do recall the peace, the calm as Mr. T and I had our special moment together. He nursed, gently and contentedly, popped off and said, “Bye Bye, Nursies. Thank you, Nursies.”
It is a deep and profound moment for me. The last that I would share of my milk but certainly not the last that I would share of my heart.