Today we didn’t nurse.
And that’s okay.
Because you are 26 months old, and busy doing your own thing and I’m busy doing my own thing.
The other mom’s talk about the struggles, the pain, and the challenges of learning to breastfeed, and breastfeeding tiny babies. Seldom do we talk about the challenges of weaning a toddler.
For weeks, I’ve been actively encuraging you to wean. Some weeks we made progress, and others we didn’t. I felt we were taking one step forward, and two steps back.
But today, for the first time in forever, you didn’t nurse.
Whatever the excuses, you didn’t nurse.
And now, as I prepare for bed, a compliated wave of emotion passes over because nobody talks about the emotional turmoil associated with weaning. Weaning isn’t black or white. It’s a the changing of our story. Weaning is watching you grow from my little boy, to my big boy.