I’ve been weaning Kyen from nursing, and was prepared for this morning’s nursing to be the last one. But tonight as I read Mav a goodnight story, I hear Kyen crying from his room though he is supposed to be asleep. It’s a soft cry, not like his blood-curdling scream that he’s known for. It lands square in the center of my heart. I interpret his cry to be an asking for special time with …
Being a mom with two babies at home has been hard for me. Since Kyen was born I haven’t reconnected to my self. Trying to balance it all, I’ve kicked ass at my job and being a mom, done ok at being a friend/daughter/sister, but I’ve been pretty shitty at being a wife and taking care of myself. My husband has gotten what patience and love is left over at the end of the day …