Welcome back to Monday Mamalogues:
'Linking up to share the beauty and breakdowns of motherhood'.
The bond between mother and child is so amazing, isn't it?
I always love to hold, snuggle, cuddle our kids close.
I'm a *touch* love language kind of gal.
So, for me, breastfeeding has always been a beautiful moment to literally flow love right into my baby. For over a year now, 4 - 5 times a day... we have our little affection feast.
Me, staring down at him with wonder.
Him, gazing up at me with his big blue eyes.
Now, as most babies tend to do, he's getting bigger... and bigger.
Those pudgy fists are now foraging for food, instead of being the helpless hands that once lay on my neck.
Those chompers are getting bigger too!
Nothing makes you more eager to wean a kid than when they test their *bite* on your tender bits!
Soooo, needless to say, the time for weaning seems to be upon us. But to be honest, I'm in no rush. Because, I really... reaaaallly am struggling to let go of this baby stage with our Hudson.
He's totally a mama's boy.
And I'm just as much wrapped around his pudgy finger.
Maybe that's why he still wakes once (or more) times in the night... because I just can't let him 'cry it out'... I want to hold him, nurse and comfort him.
I think it's the 'last child' factor.
Since Ben and I are fairly *certain* we're done spawning more kids... its makes this stage all the more significant to me.
He's the last baby I'll nurse.
The final use of the bassinet, and crib.
Clearing baby clothes from the dressers...
Weaning - like change - is sometimes hard to face.
But changes keep coming... some of which require me to wean him sooner than I may like.
Oh, how my heart does a bittersweet <squish> when I think of how deeply I love these kids.
When I think of how their yesterdays have vanished like hour-glass sand.
When I think of how small their hands once were in mine.
How tiny their bodies were snuggled beside my heart.
They keep growing.
More to love.
They keep changing.
More to learn.
When will we wean from these things?
Hopefully never.
mama Mel ;o)
