My toddler is bawling. She runs toward me, and I grab her up in a spider/monkey hug, and she snuggles into my chest and shoulder, sniffling
“What’s wrong, darling girl?”
” Oh, mommy. I’m SO sad.”
“Why are you sad?”
“I’m angry! My heart hurts. My daddy is too far away. I real miss my daddy. He real real real needs to come home to me!!!!”
I don’t say anything, but just snuggle her close and breathe into her little body.
She pops her head up a bit.
“May I have Mamas to make my daddy come home?” (that’s how she asks to nurse)
“Oh, sweet girl, you may have Mamas, but I can’t promise that that will make daddy come home. It doesn’t work like that.”
“But my daddy is too far away in the water!”
“I agree, sweet girl. He is too far away from us. But he is on his way back.”
“But he’s not here! He needs to be here!”
“Daddy is on a big boat – and those big boats, they move very slowly. We have to wait for him.”
“And the little boats go fast!? Zoom!” as she shoots off running around the room
“Yes, that’s right. Little boats go fast, but daddy’s big boat, it moves pretty slowly. So we must be patient.”
“Yes sweetheart. You may have Mamas whenever you need to.”
“Mamas, Mamas, Mamas!!!!!! . . . big grin and clapping hands
And some people wonder why anyone would nurse past infancy. . . case and POINT.