I know this is something you'll never want to read about but I'm going to write about it anyway. You've just been weaned and our special moments of nutrition with nurture have ended. i was ready for it to happen, I'm just so physically tired of producing and waking so much in the night. Emotionally though it feels like I'm just an ordinary person now, nothing special. For the past 28 months my body has provided for you in such a way that no one else could. I prayed each time I held you in the quiet, don't let me forget this moment, sniffing your head, stroking your back, belly, legs, arms, marveling in your sweet independent-of-me thriving self. The weight of you in my arms changing, the silly and sweet things you would do in those moments, so many little things between you and I.
You already are sleeping longer and stronger. Ditto for me. I miss you though. Thanks for making the transition easy. You adapted so well. Not too many tears and kind understanding as we both sway, hum and pat each other's backs. The new routine of placing your sippy in a particular corner of your crib seems to be all you needed. That and Bear to cuddle.
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