Weaning Woes

You bring your mouth to my body asking to be nursed while piercing your eyes into mine. How can I not give you something that is rightfully yours? God provided this blessing just for you and here I am not allowing you to indulge in your gift. And while you loose your gift I have been given one. Freedom. You no longer need me. Though we haven't left you for more than a few hours at a time you could potentially survive without me long term. I have this overwhelming sense of relief and sadness. Sadness because nursing you has been pure bliss. We were connected in such an intimate way. Over the last month we have slowly pruned nursing from our lives one leaf at a time and with the final cut I step back and see the beauty of the masterpiece we have created. A bond that has grown. A bond between mother and daughter. A bond that can not be weakened weather or not you are still nursing. So even though my life is no longer sustaining yours; my life is yours. I am so proud of us both, we made it a whole year and now you toddle around with your sippy cup of cow milk. I love you my baby calf.