The little one is officially weaned, crawling and pulling up--all in one fell swoop. There was a sweet satisfaction in nursing knowing that baby needs--in fact--depends on you for sustenance. I planned to go a full year, but there was more inspecting than nursing going on so it seemed the right time. Still it made the transition bittersweet. Some days I miss when this sweet little baby was content with just gazing in my face. And I'm learning to welcome his blossoming curiousity to the world around him.
Still I get such joy when he searches the room for me, crawls over and pulls on my leg and let's me know he needs mommy time.
I'm convinced that so much about mothering is a lesson in letting go. We really have to learn to let these little babes that we held so close to chests release their grasp from us and venture out into the world. Do we ever fully learn that?
I just pray that as he grows that the spot for me always has an open door.
