Five years ago today we arrived in Utah after many hours of travel. We immediately were met by a huge neighborhood party where great food and great fun were had by all. When it came time for bed, Jonas was coming undone. Worried he would wake our hosts or their very many sleeping children, I gently asked him, "Do you want to nurse?"
It had been a few days, maybe even a week, since he had last nursed. At three years, seven months, Jonas had followed Isaac's weaning pattern, where days would be skipped between nursing sessions until they simply stopped.
My grumpy little guy agreed, and we snuggled down to nurse for what was to be the very last time. Such a sweet memory!
Jonas met another milestone that trip. He solely, by his own two feet, hiked to the top Mt. Timpanogas. We were told that was about 3 miles, 100 stories up. I was exhausted, yet this tiny little boy trekked up, supported by his parents, brothers, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Independence can be the shedding of a small shell to grow into a bigger one -- literally, out with the old and in with the new.
As I remember that night, I am grateful to my little one for letting me be a part of his journey to weaning -- our odd little Independence Day.
♥ four young boys and a boy dog (offspring)