It was within a few months after her fourth birthday. I remember the first time, back in September, when she went all weekend without breastfeeding. The early winter months saw breastfeeding turn into DD kissing my nipples goodnight. Then, it's over. Children do wean themselves. This time last year I wouldn't have believed it to be true. I'm so happy I nursed all these years, for her and me. There was no struggle to end. I really had no idea how we were going to finish, but it was indeed one of the more natural aspects of parenting so far. I feel happy and I don't miss it, largely because she doesn't. I just wish I could remember the last time she really nursed. Not nibbled or had contact time, but really relaxed and both of us enjoying the deep eye gazing that is so fine with breastfeeding, that feeling of connection and exchange that has bonded us for so long. A mother whose DS weaned at age two told me years ago that the only downfall to children self weaning is that you never know when that last time will be. To me, it's just a reminder to continue to pay attention to it all.
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1/14/10 at 10:29pm