Sometimes the sun shines and the birds sing and it’s almost like the pursuit of happiness does not take any effort at all. All the ducks fall in line, everything gets checked off the to-do list, and life is good. In general, today was not one of those days around here. Except that, as always, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
As you know if you read my bitter breastfeeding diatribe yesterday, my dear forever mom is struggling with a very important decision about timing weaning from breastfeeding. At nine months old, dear baby Carter is over it. Simple as that. And it has been painful in more ways than one for mom to see it happen. Which means it’s been heartbreaking for me to witness. The toughest part is knowing with absolute certainty there is literally nothing I can do to help.
I think that’s the hardest part for anyone who sees a loved one in pain. You love him or her so very much and their pain makes your heart ache. You would do anything to help, but most often there really isn’t much (if anything) you actually can do. I think sometimes people end up making a gesture almost as much to help soothe their heartache over not being able to help more than it actually helps.
But that’s neither here nor there. Because today was not a day the sun shined brightly and the birds sang. Instead, the temperature plummeted more than 20 degrees and it rained. But it’s okay that the stars didn’t quite align. A decision has been made in the whole breastfeeding debacle, and I’ve taken a very important lesson from it. Mom is going to keep it up. She is going to listen to her body and wean as it slows naturally.
What that means to me is something I’ve thought about before. The valleys between the mountains we climb in life can sometimes be the worst. But they are ultimately what gets us from one mountain peak to another. And that is more than worth it to me.