If all goes as planned, tomorrow will be my last day of pumping. I describe it this way because tomorrow is also June's last day at day care for a month, so who knows what will happen when we are together every day. I don't know if I will try to stop her from daytime nursing. I am tempted to start giving her cow's milk in bottles. Luckily, June is not one of those babies who won't take milk from a bottle - at least during the day. Nighttime is another story, especially right before bed.
I feel a little melancholy about the whole concept of weaning. I am ready to have some freedom back, yet I don't want to let go of my "baby." Sometimes I am really glad that children grow so gradually. It gives us time to keep up with them and their progress. Otherwise how would our minds comprehend the reality of them and their little personalities? The other nice thing about the gradual learning of new skills is that every day we have something new to exclaim over and be excited about. I hope that my joy of discovering June continues as she grows up. I think it will. Though I know that sometimes I give people static personalities in my mind, I at least know that it is untrue. We all grow and change, all the time. I think this knowledge helps Adam and I get along so well.
When Adam and I first met a friend of ours said that we were "cut from the same cloth." I love that expression. And it contributes to my love of homemade things oddly enough in a way I can't explain. But mostly I think it was very accurate. [Thanks Chrisso.]