I was in our room changing Luke's diaper, and out of my window, I could see the chains to the swing really moving..."Glad the kids are having fun," I thought. And then I heard it, "Mom!! Come quick!!!" I ran outside and saw this: "I'M PUMPING!!!" Now, first of all, our family conversations revolving around "pumping" as of the past 4 months, have only referred to me and the machine. "Mom...are you pumping AGAIN?!!" But when I heard these two words come out of her mouth and I saw that smile of freedom spread wide across her face, I was THRILLED. "When did you get it?!" I asked! We'd been working on it for months and the rhythm was not coming.
"Well, remember yesterday when I asked you to push me on the swings and you said no?" Nice. "I went outside and I just started pumping!" That gleeful giggle made me forget my feelings of lameness for not going out and pushing my daughter on the swing. I was so proud of her. She's out there every spare moment she has--enjoying her new found freedom. Of course... I've still gotta push this guy :)