Ah. It’s that time again. What an age, what an age, what an age. This is the age that always gives me pause. Remember a short 2 years ago when my girl was 20 months and I made a note to myself? However, I must say, this one has been puttin’ me through the wringer so much already that I think this phase will just blend in with the ones prior.
A newness of this age for me is that I’m still nursing. Who knew nursing a toddler would be such fun and not weird and completely natural? Who knew? I don’t know how long I’ll continue. I don’t know if I’ll allow him to self-ween. I don’t have any definite plans except that I’m fairly certain I won’t be nursing him til he’s eight, like that girl I saw on the news not too long ago. That’s a little much. Even for me. I do know I don’t have an agenda, I’m not on a mission to convert the world, I’m just enjoyin’ feedin’ my toddler and accommodating the cutest, “I onna nuuuhhhhse.”
And on a kinda related note, my husband said this morning while we were kissin’ on this boy and talkin’ about how we’re back around to 19 months he noted that this is the longest I’ve gone not pregnant since we started having kiddos. Indeed. I have no sadness about this. Or stress. Or pressure to do anything about it. Also, for the first time since beginning this awesome chapter of my life, I just have peace. Maybe it’s the constant rescuing of the current baby from imminent danger. Maybe it’s that I’m fully homeschooling 3 kiddos. Maybe it’s that I’ve not been around enough of my currently pregnant friends or my other friends’ sweet babies. Maybe it’s that my hands really are full.
Maybe it’s that I’m older and maybe just a tad wiser and all those prayers for contentment are taking root. Or maybe it’s the discussions I’ve had with my Father about His timing, His will, and not mine. Whatever it is, I like it. This contentment thing. Oh, the babies too. Even this trying age. And the possibility that he is the last. And definitely the chance that he’s not. I like trusting this to Somebody other than me.
