I have a few friends who nursed well past two and said it was great. I have a few friends for whom nursing became a battle and a source of aggravation and tantrums around this age. The first rule I set for Lili was no nursing power-struggle-tantrums (It is probably a joke that I am claiming she was following a rule of mine rather than I was just blessed with a child who happened to comply). Other things I did not want:
- I did not want to have her pulling at my shirt in public.
- No drive by nursing. Nurse for 30 seconds, go back to play, come back to nurse for 30 seconds a minute later...
- No biting or being mean to me while nursing.
I asked her: "Does Gita nurse?"
"Noooooo, Gita is a big girl, she is all done nursies. Does Kessy nurse?"
"Noooooo, Kessy is a big girl, she is all done nursies. Does Lo-Lo nurse?"
No, Lo-Lo is a big girl. All done. Is Lili ready to be all done or do you want one more nursies?"
"So, Lili is all done nursies?"
"Are you all done or do you want one more?"
Then she looked down from my eyes, and to my breasts she said, "Buh-bye".
And that was that. She needs reminding each day that she is a big girl now and nursies all done. But overall it has been perfect. I personally have a little grieving to do around letting it go. I have loved our nursing moments of silence and connecting. But now it is like a new era of potential closeness has opened for us. I have been singing her to sleep each night and cuddling face to face, and I love it.
She seems to be taking this new change seriously, because I swear this last week she just seems so much more grown up...