DS turns 2 this week, and I couldn't be happier to be going strong nursing. My little lactivore still nurses about 10-12x/day, with (I think) 2-3 night feeds. We cosleep, which affords me every opportunity to snuggle my treasure while he's still little.
Nursing, for us, means much more than the (still substantial) nourishment it affords DS. It's a secret oasis in a busy world, an entree to a realm of unconditional love and happiness.
This journey, which I hope will carry us to 3 "and beyond", if DS so chooses, has taught me who I am. It isn't politically correct to say this, but I am foremost a mother and a source of love and nurturing. Since DS' birth, I have come to see myself as a voice for those who have none, and I owe this paradigm shift to my intensive nursing relationship with DS. Because of our deep attachment, I chose to step off a high-powered career track to give DS the attention he needs. I losing my life, I found my true self. He taught me to love more fully than I ever had because his needs superseded mine.
Mamas, every child is a blessing! Even the ultra-high-needs of some of our nurslings have a tremendously luminous silver lining. The difficult times are inevitable, but you WILL get through them. Nothing beats the joy of hearing your sweet child tell you he loves you, or that he loves your milk. No sound is sweeter than your child's spontaneous giggles of sheer delight while nursing.
I wish every mother and babe the magic of the "and beyond" years, for in them resides our greatest glory!