I had no idea when we started this relationship 32 months ago, that we'd still be at it today. I had a goal this time to make it to a year, and a more secret goal to make it to two years, which came and went without anyone showing signs of wanting to stop. I figured our week long trip to Japan in May would be the end of it, but dragged my hand pump with me, which I was happy to have when things got a little bit sore a few days into the trip. When we got home, we picked back up like I'd never been gone.
I've never really been given a hard time about still nursing a kid that's pushing three, but I kind of keep to myself about it too. Frankly, in my opinion, it's none of anybody's beeswax how long I choose to breastfeed my kids, or how long you choose to breastfeed yours. However, I also know the flipside is that the more people talk about nursing their 2, 3, 4 year olds (and onwards, if you so desire) then the more normalized it will become. So here I am.
Most of the time, I love our nighttime (nearly every night) and morning (which gets skipped more often) moments together. It's a chance to take a deep breath, and know that for the next 15 minutes the only thing that matters in the world is me and Corben. And he loves it too. I don't know when he'll want to stop, or if I will first, my only hope is that when the time does come the decision is mutual. For now it remains one of my favourite moments of the day, a special moment just for us, and I'll treasure it for as long as it lasts.