I didn’t think anything of it at first. Just another slow afternoon, him curled into me, heavy eyelids, little hand on my shirt like always. But then it hit me… this might be one of our last nursing naps. No countdown. No big announcement. Just one day they need you a little less. He’s down to maybe one session a day now, and I’m over here wishing I could freeze time, memorizing the weight of him on my chest, the sleepy sighs, the way everything else in the world can wait. Motherhood is wild lik