I knew I wanted to nurse my son until he was three – three is the world average for breastfeeding.
I am happy to say that I have made it there.
He was three in December and we are still going strong.
Some days it is hard, I want to be done with it – especially when he wants it in public, and he whines if I say no.
I get a little embarrassed when he tells people, “Mom has milk in her boobs”. Or when he says to me, “Mom, I want milk from your boob”.
But when we snuggle together and the oxytocin starts flowing, I am in absolute love.
I love those quiet moments when we are one.
He is getting something that he needs, and I am getting something too – love hormones and a reason to sit down and take a moment to relax.
That is one gift that nursing has really given me, it forces me to sit, to be still and calm. It is my meditative time, and I am so thankful for those moments.
He is getting nourishment, immune boosters, and comfort.
I am not sure when we will be finished. For now I don’t worry too much about it. I only worry when I feel others judgements, but I am lucky enough to have mostly supportive people in my life.
It is so sad to me that our culture finds extending breastfeeding repulsive. Even after 1 year, people think you are odd.
I nursed my first daughter until she was 2, and that felt awkward, only because I knew other people thought it was weird.
Now I am nursing a three year old, but it’s a good thing I don’t really care anymore what people think.
So to all you women nursing toddlers, Give yourselves a pat on the back! You have gone above and beyond what our culture thinks is normal. You have embraced what nature gave us, the ability to nourish and sustain life. There is nothing wrong with nursing a toddler! Tribal women have done it for centuries.
This is what your breasts were made for!
I want to thank my son for showing me how much love I can give, and for encouraging me to take time to relax.