Main Page Blog Getting Pregnant Articles Pregnancy Articles Parenting Articles TLOL Article Directory Chinese Gender Chart Pregnancy and Parenting Journals	Nursing a Toddler Sticky little chubby hands pull my shirt, clearly it's time to nurse. Now I have blue yogurt on my white bra, I know it could be worse! She's too busy for cuddles and kisses, we nurse to keep us in touch. She wants to be big like her big sister, sometimes its just too much. So up on Mama's lap she climbs again, for comfort and a snack. I hold her close, sweet and soft as she rests, glad my baby is back. I watch as she acts so independent, but nursing reminds me. Not to hurry her to grow up too fast, for time will still find me. Friends try not to act surprised but all say, "When will she ever wean?" I smile, "Well, I guess when she has classes, she can nurse in between!" (c) Janis Chrissikos All Rights Reserved Comments to Poet Share This Page With A Friend -- Would You Like To Read More Poems? -- Parent Prose Main Page Poems about Adoption Poems about Motherhood Poems about Babies and Children Poems about the Death of a Child Poems about Miscarriage Poems about Parenthood Poems about Pregnancy Poems about Growing Up Poems about Special Occasions Letters to Baby Poetry Collections Journals and Essays Books about Writing Poetry The Labor of Love Main Page