Last weekend, MrH and I each spent a good chunk of time with our Middle One. He clearly delighted in all the parental play and in debriefing our day, MrH and I were struck by how much more manageable Middle One had been. The lightbulb went off as we made the connection between the attention and Middle One’s behavior.
We realized how tired we’ve been. Too tired to play. Too tired to engage. Just enough energy to pop in the favorite video. Again. And we made the decision that the Little One needs to be weaned and taught to sleep through the night. After a year of midnight snuggles and pure joy as she settled in to nurse, I feel sad. A chapter is closing and we are hurled forwards into the unpredictability of future, of growing up.