Nanayhood

11.07.17 Dear Mav, One day, you will wean from my milk. You will no longer need me to feed you while strolling at the mall, while attending the mass, or while eating at a restaurant. You will no longer point to my chest for your food when you're sleepy, when you're anxious, when you're upset or when you just want to be cuddled. You will no longer wake up at the wee hours of the night crying that only my powerful breastmilk can soothe you and put you back to sleep. One day, you will walk on your own. You will no longer need my hands to guide you and take you to the place where you want to go. Your little feet will no longer follow me to the kitchen, to the bedroom, to the comfort room. One day you will decide what clothes to wear. You will no longer play peek-a-boo while I dress you up. You wiñl no longer approve my fashion style. One day, I will no longer feel the warmth of your arms wrapped around my neck as I try to calm you because you're scared, or hurt, or...