MY KID STILL NURSES!
Yep. That's right. Rub your eyes. Gasp in shock. He's TWO, with a capital 'T'- 'W'-'O'- the BIG number 2.
He still nurses.
Whatcha gonna do about it?
I am sick of people asking me for like his lifetime- is he still nursing? I mean I was asked when he was 2 months old. Three. Four. Six. Nine. And of course at a year old. When it is customary for anyone who has done it that long, to stop (now *who* actually deemed that the age to quit, let me rephrase that... as THE age to quit is beyone me). But this is when it became upsetting to my mother-in-law and even my very own mother, that I had a child, a now one-year-old, who is now a two-year-old, who is still nursing. Still. Not pushing him to stop just yet.
And now that he is two, beyond two, will be two-and-a-half. We just don't talk about it.
To set the record straight, it isn't like we are watching television in the middle of the afternoon and he comes strolling by and asks to nurse. It is a bed-time thing. And sometimes a middle of the night thing. And every now and again a morning thing. He doesn't ask all day, or even all night, just at those select, comforting times. And I oblige. Not for the sake of causing a ruckus, not to give him his way, just because it seems right. We aren't bothering anyone. Yeah, that means you who is pointing fingers and gasping. Are we REALLY bothering you with this routine?
Really, just get off my case!
You'd think I was letting him rob a bank. Or bang the dogs head against the wall (don't put it past him, he's a big kid for 2). Or torturing the cat by sitting on its tail. You'd think, the way I get the *looks* at bedtime when he climbs on my lap, pats my chest and says, "Nurse" in the cute way he can only do.
Certain family members even claim that my nursing him has hurt their bonding with the child. I almost laughed in their face. In fact, I think I might have once or twice. Which, of course, got me in other sorts of trouble. He's not sixteen. He's not ten. And he isn't even close to three yet, so what is the big deal?
Go ahead. Bitch at me. Scream, "Eeeeew!" I am immune. All this family battering over this simple, natural part of motherhood has caused more ruckus than the family member that has been in and out of legal trouble their entire life. Or the fact that substance abuse has been found in other parts of the family. And what about the fact that... ummmm, it is NONE of your damn business?
He still nurses.
Whatcha gonna do about it?
I am sick of people asking me for like his lifetime- is he still nursing? I mean I was asked when he was 2 months old. Three. Four. Six. Nine. And of course at a year old. When it is customary for anyone who has done it that long, to stop (now *who* actually deemed that the age to quit, let me rephrase that... as THE age to quit is beyone me). But this is when it became upsetting to my mother-in-law and even my very own mother, that I had a child, a now one-year-old, who is now a two-year-old, who is still nursing. Still. Not pushing him to stop just yet.
And now that he is two, beyond two, will be two-and-a-half. We just don't talk about it.
To set the record straight, it isn't like we are watching television in the middle of the afternoon and he comes strolling by and asks to nurse. It is a bed-time thing. And sometimes a middle of the night thing. And every now and again a morning thing. He doesn't ask all day, or even all night, just at those select, comforting times. And I oblige. Not for the sake of causing a ruckus, not to give him his way, just because it seems right. We aren't bothering anyone. Yeah, that means you who is pointing fingers and gasping. Are we REALLY bothering you with this routine?
Really, just get off my case!
You'd think I was letting him rob a bank. Or bang the dogs head against the wall (don't put it past him, he's a big kid for 2). Or torturing the cat by sitting on its tail. You'd think, the way I get the *looks* at bedtime when he climbs on my lap, pats my chest and says, "Nurse" in the cute way he can only do.
Certain family members even claim that my nursing him has hurt their bonding with the child. I almost laughed in their face. In fact, I think I might have once or twice. Which, of course, got me in other sorts of trouble. He's not sixteen. He's not ten. And he isn't even close to three yet, so what is the big deal?
Go ahead. Bitch at me. Scream, "Eeeeew!" I am immune. All this family battering over this simple, natural part of motherhood has caused more ruckus than the family member that has been in and out of legal trouble their entire life. Or the fact that substance abuse has been found in other parts of the family. And what about the fact that... ummmm, it is NONE of your damn business?
