Saying Goodbye to our Brestfeeding Days

November 14th marked the last day that I breastfed my son. Ending our journey was harder than I thought it would be and I didn't feel emotional about it until two days later when I realized it really was over. I am beyond happy that I was able to not only meet my goal of 12 months but I also made it 2 extra months. I did it! I made it through one of the toughest thing Mother's have to go through in life and here I am at the finish line. But why am I so sad?

Past me VS. Mom Me

Before my son came along, I had this ideal conception of the mother I was going to become. I had no idea what was in store for me. 

Morning Surprise

Sometimes in the mornings before Kambryn and I officially make our way into the living room, I like to set up a little surprise with his toys. I try to make it different each time that I do this for him so that it feels like something new to him. I don’t do this every morning because for one, some mornings aren’t always the smoothest, and secondly because it takes away the surprise factor.

Fighting against instincts

I had a moment today where I had to stop myself from running over towards my son, sweep him up into my arms, and prevent him from getting into something that I thought he wasn't suppose to. But I stopped myself. What was wrong with him exploring? Why was my first reaction to stop his inquisitiveness? What would that be teaching him? I didn’t like my reaction so I simply stopped in my tracks and instead I watched him closely.

Capturing Memories

“Just as pieces stitched together in a quilt warm our bodies, scrapbooks bind together memories to warm our hearts.”