There were no traumatic scenes. No fits of crying as Selah pulled on my shirt. No desperate eyes searching my face. I was expecting torrents of snot and fist pounding. As it turned out, weaning was such a gradual process that neither of us noticed we had already accomplished it. Please don't think I accidentally stopped breast-feeding my child. The end-goal was definitely planned, but the flow of execution was just so slow and natural we weren't aware of the current taking us there.
And now bedtime is scrumptious. There's nothing quite as wonderful as a small child sitting in your lap in footy pajamas with their sweet post bathtime head against your chest. Now that Selah is weaned she knows that bedtime routine is a time to calm down, read books, and cuddle in the lap of one you love. She isn't desperate to be fed, but is perfectly content to sit in my lap or in her dad's lap, enjoy the snuggle time, and rest.
Lesson #48 learned about God through being a parent:
It is good to rest in the proverbial "lap" of God at the end of the day. Sit down, snuggle in, and get cozy. Let the quiet and the calm overtake you.
I read a Psalm the other day that illustrates this point perfectly. Before being a mom and before weaning my daughter I wouldn't have understood it as well. Now I do.
Psalm 131:2
"I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; my soul is like the weaned child that is with me."
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