I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the end of breastfeeding feels just as mysterious as the beginning. I’ve been wondering about weaning ever since I started nursing, and I’d bet that there are lots of things that other moms think about weaning that they don't necessarily say out loud, too. I suppose that, technically, I’ve been weaning since my son started solids, but seeing as he just had his second birthday and I still breastfeed once a day, I’m certainly not an expert. It’s confusing, OK? So I’m just supposed to wear turtlenecks for like three days in a row and he’ll get the hint? I don’t even own turtlenecks. I’m not The Rock circa early '90s.
Perhaps I’m over-complicating things. Parenthood is supposed to be super-simple and totally straightforward in every way, right? I mean, every mom who’s ever breastfed a baby has also stopped at some point, so surely I can figure it out. At the same time, I know my baby is different and I'm different and our situation isn't exactly the same as everyone else's so what works for someone may not work for me and my kid. See? Totally overthinking. I mean, I'm right, but still. Overthinking.
I guess, in the meantime and until I figure out exactly how I'm going to successfully wean my son so that I'm not emotionally scarred in any way, I'll keep thinking the following: