so i was thinking. this thing called mommyhood, aka the "letting go" process, it's just plain tough sometimes. i'm on the down slope of weaning ry. i feed him once when he wakes up in the morning and once before he goes to bed. funny thing, or the not so funny thing, is i've been noticing how easy it's been for him every time i drop a feeding. reality sinks in.
he no longer "needs" me.
it's sort of a sobering thought that i better get used to.
"he no longer needs me".
well, for this at least.
breast-feeding came so easily for us. it was "our" thing. something only we share. it's a closeness no one else knows. all the times i've held you close and stroked your hair and breathed you in. nothing can touch those times.
you and i have something special baby boy, even if you don't always "need" me.
i'm holding you extra close and soaking it in these next few weeks as this time together is almost up.
love you forever,