It's raining and I'm kind of suffocating in this small car with the windows cracked just a bit open. I'm parked outside of Lucy's daycare, her first day without me. I cried a little when I peeked in the window to see her sitting cozily on her teacher's lap.
Just seeing her, so brave and strong, resilient. And to think I was worried she couldn't live without my boob. I can learn something here. My little buddha princess is way ahead of me on the spiritual evolutionary scale. I just have to look at her, and she's there. In the flow, completely tapped into her innate bundle of joy. She doesn't really need me meddling into her business, in her face.
Actually, my boob is kind of ready to burst about now. I think mom is going to have a hard time with weaning.
