It’s National Breastfeeding Week! With a bit of sadness, I can’t participate this year. My good ole’ milk factory is closed. How did those years go by so fast?! Two of them are weaned, and one of them is, gulp, starting school in September. He’s so very ready, while I’m having a bit of trouble with the idea.
For me, nursing my kids was huge. Huge for bonding, nourishing, loving, sleeping, comforting, growing. Now with my 2.5 year old weaned just 6 months ago, I miss it. I long for those quite moments together, just me and her. Doing our thing, giving her what she needed. Our time. Now when she comes into our bed, she sucks her thumb and snuggles. It’s sweet and luscious, but it’s not the same as the instant connection.
Just a few days ago my little girl watched a friend of ours nursing her newborn. She then took her doll and put it under her shirt. I almost cried while cooking and watching them in my kitchen. Damn. Those moments, years even, are so darn fleeting. Cliche, I know, but I feel it truly this week.
Here’s a shout out to all your nursing mama’s out there, and all of you who join me in longing for those moments once again.