"My favorite nursing memory is definitely the night that my first son weaned. We were in the middle of our bedtime routine that we follow every night. I was lying in bed with both boys. They were 3 years and 5 months at the time. We had read books, given goodnight kisses, and we were about to lay down to nurse when my oldest said, 'I don't really need na-nas tonight. Baby can have them now.'
He then just cuddled up on my chest and fell asleep watching his little brother nurse. My heart grew bigger than I ever thought it could that night. I was rushed with so many different emotions — I felt sad that our nursing journey was over, proud that he felt secure enough in our relationship that he could make that decision for himself, and so in love with both of my children. He never asked to nurse again after that night, but he still loves to climb in my lap while I'm nursing his brother."
