Because I am on the emotional roller coaster that is motherhood, I decided to share this picture I took during the year I nursed my youngest. You can see right into his heart, can’t you?
This is a perfect exchange of nourishment for body, mind, and spirit. Both of us shared so much including some sadness and tears during weaning.
Being a mom is always challenging, sometimes more than others. And sometimes it actually hurts, physically hurts. Especially when instead of simply nursing the bear, I actually had to wrestle him while he attempted to fall asleep. Knees and elbows jabbing and poking. Flipping and flopping all around. Twisting around like an alligator doing the death roll until he found comfort and rest, while I fought tears and my own discomfort.
While pregnant just when you think you can’t possibly carry your baby one day longer, it’s time! During labor right about the time you scream, “I can’t do this!” you prove you can and you give birth to your baby. In those first few days and weeks when you feel so drained you are sure you will give up. You don’t. You push through and you survive!
The first year is such a blur. Hazy, fuzzy and hard to remember at times. Months 5, 8, 11 and all the months in between are full of physical pain, mental exhaustion, great joy, and terrible sadness. One milestone after another. One sleepless night is followed by a full night’s rest. It’s not my first rodeo {or baby}. I know this pain will fade. The swelling will subside. The tears and milk will dry and sleep will come {sort of}. Joy in new moments will take hold and we will move on to exciting new adventures.
What is that smell? Not the dog. Not the kids. What is THAT? Cows? Nope. Oh yeah, it’s me and I smell like cabbage leaves. My baby isn’t a baby anymore. I hope this helps. Hooray for cold cabbage leaves.
How did you handle weaning your baby?
