Growing Older in Mom’s Arms – The Military Family

A journey is coming to an end as a new one begins for this mom. Baby Boy *L* is a year old. It is amazing the transition that comes at about this age; from sleep deprived confusion full of unknowns -to- frenzied chaos as I try to stay just one step ahead oh him.

So I sit here in this stage of reflection (well… quite honestly I don’t do much sitting lately). I am holding dear what I loved about the baby-boy and now watching him turn into a toddler. Remembering the sleepless nights as I now enjoy the 7AM wake-ups. Cherished are the sleepy cuddles, breastfeeding moments and the ‘drunk-baby’ look as he drifted off to sleep.

We have started to ween. It has been a wonderful journey! Last month I was quite certain that I would have a five-year old that still insisted on nursing. We were still breastfeeding 6 times a day as it seemed to cure all that ailed him. But I am amazed that in the last two weeks he has initiated this process. He much prefers a cup where one big sip brings him ounces of refreshment. He prefers Wagon Wheels, Cheerios and Chicken Nuggets.

Much to my joy though he still loves Mom’s lap. Although he points to the “yellow-pillow” (my boppy) when he is feeling cuddly that’s all he needs, is to cuddle. We pull the pillow into my lap and if he is feeling sleepy he happily gums on my shirt sleeve just a little. Usually though we just sit there and sing (until I get a hand too fascinated with my mouth for me to continue), or read a book (again and again and again … did I mention again?) or just sit there and enjoy this wonderful relationship we have, mother and child.

Watching this little boy grow before my eyes continues to be an amazing journey!