I’m kind of at a loss for words about weaning my girl.
She’s standing next to me as I type, talking about bubbles and monster trucks, walking and talking and singing. Now she’s climbing up a chair, wayward morning hairs catching the morning light just right. Eating her brother’s cereal without even a second thought about holding the spoon.
Confident and strong. A successful 19 month old.
We began our weaning process about three months ago, cutting down to before-bedtime and in-the-middle-of-the-night nursing. Almost two weeks ago, we took the plunge and decided it was time to wean completely.
No more nursing, for the first time since I began my journey into motherhood just over three years ago. The last couple of years have been intense, to say the least, and weaning is a milestone which I looked forward to with great fervor. It was a celebration to shed the arsenal of tiny baby toys and the piles of newborn clothes, to see our girl take her first steps, to watch her go from “baby” to “girl”. Weaning is just one more step in that process, right?
Logically, I’m proud of us. I see her thrive and grow, laugh with her at the funny things she does and says. My logical mind says, “Yes. Good work, mama. She’s ready, you’re ready, you can stop now. It’s ok.”
My heart, on the other hand, is a catastrophe.
I can’t help but feel like I have failed in some way. Like I’ve broken something that can never be fixed. Like this is the end of something huge and I can never have it back. It’s more than just letting go of that bond–it’s so much more. There’s no more easy fix–I can’t just pop her on the boob and everything is instantly all better.
I feel like I’ve lost a Super Power.
I thought I would feel an answer come through once I wrote all of this down. I thought I would tell you about how I’m crazy busy preparing for the MissoulaMADE Fair and it has distracted me from the loss of this enormous rite of motherhood and that everything is ok and I’m just fine.
But I’m not just fine.
I feel really sad.
Even though I know it will be ok, I feel really sad.
Even though my girl is thriving and beautiful and healthy and hilarious, I feel really sad.
Even though I’m STOKED to have a sense of complete independence, I feel really sad.
I feel really sad because this is the end of BABY. The part that everyone has told me to enjoy and cherish and savor.
I get it.
Though I doubt I’ll feel this way when they graduate from diapers.
I am .so. grateful for every moment of my children.


























