I went to Knoxville with my mom on Friday. She was speaking at a conference and needed an assistant. So, that was me. It was fun to drive with her and sleep in a hotel, eat at a new restaurant and even act a little famous at the conference. But it was the first time I left Lydia overnight. It was kinda sad. She did fine without me, of course.
But when I put her to bed last night, she didn’t want to go to bed. She ran to me, hugged me, started sucking her thumb and then signed “milk”. She hasn’t done this for months. We signed “milk” when I was breastfeeding her. And she kinda got confused and used “milk” as the sign for me. Now that we’re weaned we don’t use the sign “milk” much, it’s usually “cup” or “drink”. But last night, I think she was so (for lack of a better word) emotional that I was home, that “milk” popped into her head! How sweet!
Hopefully she’ll start signing “mommy” (or maybe even saying it!) but that one last “milk” sign warmed my heart!
Awww….that is so so sweet. When I weaned Maia, I yearned for that last time again. Anything that reminded me of her nursing, I wanted back, even if it wasn’t nursing itself. Like her looking up at me with those eyes, grabbing my hair, half-smiling at me or making those “I want to eat” sounds. Oh how I miss all of that and would do anything to have it back for even split second. I’m really happy for you, Amanda, that you got that when you came home. Cherish that always 🙂 (And I have a feeling you will.)
Awww, that is so sweet!
What a precious moment to keep in your heart and save for when she’s 13 and yells that you don’t understand and she hates you.