The End of One Chapter — 21 Months, A Million Moments

Today, Aidyn is officially 21 months old — nearly 2 years. And somehow, this moment feels bigger than a milestone. It feels like the end of one chapter… and the beginning of another.

After 21 months… we’re officially done breastfeeding.

There was no big plan or countdown. No “weaning strategy.” No big announcement. Just a quiet knowing between me and Aidyn that it was time.

And honestly? I didn’t expect it to hit so hard. First, we moved him into his own bed when we moved into our new house. That was a big deal, for him and us, after co-sleeping since he was born. We'd still sometimes nurse in the night, but more often than not, he slept.

We even tried to stop a few months ago. But it just wasn’t the right time — not for him, not for me, and not even for Dad. Sometimes, you don’t follow a parenting book or timeline. You just listen. You trust your gut. And that’s what we did.

And now? We’re here.

I didn’t even realize it was World Breastfeeding Week until after I wrote this. But the timing feels kind of perfect.

Because looking back… I fed that kid everywhere... and I mean everywhere:

Airports and on planes. At church and on sidewalks. Bathrooms and in the car. Dressing rooms. Restaurant patios. Festival grounds. Hotel lobbies. And yes — even backstage before stepping out to speak or in between events!

I fed him during beach walks and in the middle of stormy nights. In silence and in chaos. On days I felt like a superhero — and on days I felt like I was barely holding it together.

Breastfeeding wasn’t just about nourishment. It was about connection. Comfort. Presence.

It reminded me that no matter what else was going on, we were good.

And truthfully? I believe it’s part of why he’s been so dang healthy.

In 21 months, he’s only had a runny nose and hasn’t once been sick enough to need a doctor visit. His body is strong. His curiosity is wild. His love for asian food is fierce. And his words are right there — on the tip of his tongue.

He’s ready.

And while this shift feels bittersweet, it also feels right. Because we’ve changed. I’ve changed. We’re entering a new chapter now.

And I’m so proud of us.

Proud of the moments no one saw. Proud of how long we lasted.

Proud of how I let go when it felt true — not just when someone else said it was time.

This summer has already been full of so many big milestones — our move, launching Salt + Soil, finishing my book, preparing to speak at RISE 12, and going surfing for the first time (!!). But this? This one snuck up on me.

And somehow, it cracked me wide open in the best way. Because sometimes the biggest milestones are the quietest ones. The ones that don’t get the big post or are celebrated — but stay tucked away in your heart forever.

So here’s to 21 months, my sweet boy. Together, a million little moments of just you and me. And a bond I’ll always be grateful for.

We did it, Aidyn.

And Mama’s still right here — cheering you on for every single step ahead.

With love and way more emotion than I expected,

Aidyn's mama <3