Finn ~

You’re seventeen months old, and already breaking hearts.

It’s no wonder: You have a smile that shatters all reserve, and big, bright eyes that catch the light.  You’re quick on your feet, a natural dancer with a talent for improvisation. You have a love for music, a diverse palate, and a skyrocketing vocabulary that’s making you quite the conversationalist. You enjoy art, and even know your colors — or at least the important ones, like “lellow,” “popo,” “gn,” and “boo.” You have an excellent memory, are hysterically funny, and love to give nice, wet kisses — when in the mood.

Here you are on a recent Saturday, playing hard-to-get with lovely, little miss Summer:

Shortly afterward, however, you had a weekend fling with vivacious little Marlowe, who was in town on a surprise visit from Connecticut:

So many lady-friends! In terms of heartbreaks, though, the real softie is, of course, Mommy. Since month eleven, you’ve been running around on your own, but it was just a few weeks ago that you became independent of me in a new way: after many months of breastfeeding and a very gradual weaning process, I stopped nursing. Although I believed we were both ready, I still feel the change, the loss.

This, I know, is the nature of things. Change is inevitable. But it still hurts. Yesterday, for no apparent reason, you suddenly decided you wanted Daddy instead of me. You ran after him and clutched his legs when he walked across the house. You cried “Dada!” when you woke out of  a deep sleep and needed comfort. For the first time since you came into my life, I felt a sense of separation. You didn’t NEED me.

Three days ago, you strung two words together on your own for the first time when you saw a picture of yourself and then turned to us and said, clear as day, “Baby Finn.” But your first two-word-phrase reveals a very exciting and slightly sad and laughably ironic truth: you are no baby. Every day I see a little boy taking shape in your face, your expressions, your actions, your words. As we sat and read together throughout the past month, I quickly went from asking “where’s the bat? Where’s the pumpkin? Where’s the flower?” to “what’s this?” — and then finally to “what do you see?” These days you need broader questions so that you can fill in the answers on your own.

It may seem strange that as you turn just seventeen months old, I’m thinking about how you’re growing older, how I’ve lost my baby boy. It’s true that I have many years of parenting ahead of me. I have so much to teach. But I also have so much to learn… about love and loss, about holding on and letting go, about me — and about you.

Just today you decided that “no” would be your new favorite word. “No,” you said when I asked if you wanted to eat. “No,” you said when we asked if you wanted a bath. “No,” you said when Daddy asked if you wanted to say “no.”

I have a feeling that you’ve got a lot to teach me. I’ll work on the learning part. Just don’t break my heart too much, Finch.


3 thoughts on “Heartbreaker

  1. Hi Sarah,
    I feel for you as you watch Finn grow to be more independent. I still can remember the day Tanner laughed me away from nursing him for the last time. He thought it was funny, a game. I was heartbroken too. But, now, as 13 and 11 year olds, they still need me, just in a different way. You’ll fall into your everchanging roles without missing a beat. Hang in there.
    Love, Michelle

  2. Thanks so much, Michelle. It helps to know that — and to see the close bond you have with your sons, too. I’m SUCH a softie that I can’t imagine how I would have responded had Finn initiated the weaning process. I eliminated nursing sessions very gradually specifically because he loved nursing… and the slow process seemed to really help. In the end, I was only nursing before bed, and although he did ask for milk from me and use the nursing sign several times, I gently redirected him to his sippy cup — which he already drank from at other times of the day. It was sad, but he seemed okay. I cried later.

  3. He looks so big in these photos, I hardly recognize him. I hate that we live so close together and yet our hectic lives keep us and our boys so apart. I must work on this.

    I, too, am feeling quite nostalgic at Wes’s one-year mark, and he isn’t even walking or talking, so I cannot even imagine what it’s like to see your son becoming so much more of himself so quickly. I do know this: you are an incredible mama, and that boy is going to need you for a long time. And if he’s ever over the “needing” stage, if we ever even reach that, he’ll still always and forever love you.

    Hope to see you soon.

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