Growing up

So today my little one showed his appreciation. And broke my heart. How does one do that all at once?

I was wearing a tank top and leaned over to put Grant's shoes on, and he reached out and put his hand on the top of one of my breasts/upper chest area. He quietly, unprompted, whispered "I love you too Mommy."

My husband's first response was that this was obviously a sign that it was time to wean and perhaps it was an inappropriate behavior. However, given that my child stays home with me, has never been exposed to any inappropriate behaviors like that and is unaware that breasts serve any function other than providing milk, I don't think for a minute that his touch and words were anything but appreciation.

The little guy knows that mommy's breasts bring comfort and love to his life. His response is to love me "too." It is the most endearing and heart wrenching moment I have yet to experience as a mom. It shows a level of understanding and awakening, as a caring and thoughtful human being. We have seen little signs of compassion lately, but this was very different for me. I suppose that is because it was so personal and was about something that was so intimate and shared between just the two of us.

So tonight I am weepy. This very special thing between the two of us is drawing to a close. It's time. He is 33 months old today. Knowing that doesn't make it any less bittersweet. I will miss my baby and being able to make everything right in his world simply by nursing him.