(Parents Magazine, January 2018)
I weaned my son at 34 months.
Yep, that’s right: two months shy of age three.
I never intended to nurse that long. God, no. When my son was six months old, I officiated the wedding of two dear students. A mutual friend at the ceremony told me laughingly, radiantly, that her mother had nursed her until she was three.
I thought to myself, “HELL NO.”
Yet, there we were.