At age 50, I broke my ankle skiing, and had to have a pin and screws put into the lower part of my fibula, then live in a cast, with my leg elevated for 5-6 weeks. I was an active person, even worked at the ski slope, and suddenly I was alone all day, had to learn to use crutches, and do "nothing".
My first morning "on the couch", my 11 yr old brought me her kuala bear she'd gotten 2 months earlier for her birthday. He sat on the top of the couch to keep my company. I thanked her profusely, but rolled my eyes in my mind, thinking, "I don't need a stuffed animal to hug." I thought it was horribly sweet and horrible cute, however, and I enjoyed the fact that she'd brought him to me for the day. He sat there on the couch where I perched for my entire convalescent time. I don't remember how long it took before depression set in. I was SO frustrated because we had a young puppy who realized I couldn't catch him when he misbehaved, I couldn't go outside and enjoy winter, my ankle hurt, I don't watch TV, I was just STUCK there all alone. I finally grabbed the kuala bear and hugged it when I needed to cry, and you know what ? IT felt SO good to have a hug -- and I was so glad no one was around to notice that I was getting comfort from a stuffed animal !
4 years later, while looking for "stuff" for Halloween costumes at a good-will store, we noticed some brand new stuffed animals there, selling for 3.00. I ended up falling in love with a buying a yellow lab puppy. My husband thought I was nuts. My kids think I'm awesome cuz I have a great huggy toy.
But sometimes it's just nice to have a hug.
When my kids got weaned, I actually enjoyed the freedom, so I didn't experience much depression. I think I was too busy to think about it, and if I felt snubbed, I also had stuff to do so I didn't dwell on it. But it is kind of a bummer. That's a closeness you guys have shared that no one else could do. It was YOURS (plural), and now it isn't there. So you've lost something very special. And then that gets compounded because she doesn't just want to stop nursing, she wants to be out and about -- out of your arms and about more. This is, unfortunately and excitingly, the pattern for her life. She'll grow and explore her new found abilities and independence, then she'll hang close to mom some, then she'll explore more . . and so it goes, and then they graduate and move on . . . (scary tho't at this age)
It is normal to feel sad that a time period is passing - esp when you weren't as ready as she to have it go. So my advice? Grab one of her stuffed animals and have a good hug ! Then as Spring brings warmer weather, get outside with your child and explore with her. See the old things through her eyes, which make them exciting. If you live near a zoo, get a family membership, so you can go all summer for free (after the initial fee), and see the animals, and enjoy her sense of wonder. When we lived in a neighborhood, I used to take my girls for walks, and we'd take the same route every day -- so we would watch for what house had what flowers, and each day we'd notice something new. It was fun for them, and for me, too.
Because your baby is growing, and is more mobile, there are things YOU can do, too, that you couldn't do before. Try to experience those, and do some new things together that will build your relationship in different ways. In the end, those new things will bring you great joy which will help you overcome the weaning blues -- but for now -- hug a stuffed animal. It sounds STUPID, but it really does help !
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And congratulations, Mom. You're child is independent, because she can be. Because you have given her the security and love that allows her to grow and move on. That's a gift, and while it's not always fun to watch her move on, it is a badge of honor you wear. Be proud of yourself.