You are going to be 3 very soon. And you won’t wean.
Everybody wants to know why, of course. There is pressure to call this off, now.
Its called extended breastfeeding, I reassure myself. If there’s a name for it, then it is OK. If I can wiki it, it is fine.
(Insert Afzal’s joke here: If it can be said in English terms, then Natasha can understand it.)
The truth is, I know it is fine.
Every second mother has brought up a kid with an extended nursing story attached. My Nani did. So many of my friend’s Mums did.
And I know that Naseem knows what she is doing. What she needs, she asks for. My role is to enable.
Here is today morning’s conversation between us. Naseem spoke very politely, very clearly.
Nam: Mamma, will you give me milk? From here. (she touches me)
Me: No, Naseem. This is not the time.
Nam: Then, will you make a drawing for me?
Me: Yes, Naseem, I will.
Nam: I will colour it.
I draw a girl holding 3 balloons for her. This is me, she says. I have 3 balloons in my hand.
Yes, I say.
She colours the drawing.