By this time I was always stretched a little bit more than I was prepared for.
But it's not way this time.
I guess I don't know what to do with myself now that my baby is 2.
Upon waking him from his nap, all I want to do is nurse him. Psychologically, nursing him would be ridiculous. He hasn't nursed now for 3 1/2 months. I mourned and grieved over that loss for a month. Truly, I have moved past and accepted the excitement the future brings.
Except maybe I haven't.
Physically, my body aches to comfort his sad cries. I want to wake him slowly and with cuddles, but he doesn't want me to touch him. Oh, but he doesn't want me to put him down, but don't hold him.
I know in my heart if he was still a nursing baby, this uncertainty could be easily remedied. But he's not.
And my body is physically aching.
Reaching for the past once more.
Telling me I'm not ready to move on.
But I can't do anything about it.
I'm joining Heather at The EO, Just Write.