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.
Diana says
Heart-wrenching to me … the days here are definitely numbered but I think no matter when and no matter how long a mother nursed her child, the last of the last is bittersweet. Thanks for sharing!
Diana says
Interesting … I’m a one-eyed purple monster!
Merriddio says
Oh my :^( I’m so not ready for Alli to wean. I have tears in my eye’s thanks Amber !