After reading a blog piece about the outrage that seems to follow nursing mommies who dare to nurse in public, I felt compelled to throw my opinion out. Do my thoughts matter? Probably not. But if one new mommy is encouraged even a tiny bit, I say, “Mission Accomplished!!!”.
Back in 1972, I became a rebel. I had managed to get through high school and college without once being tempted by the newly emerging drug culture, running off to live in a commune with a host of hippies or even partaking of adult beverages. Just wasn’t me. I was the oldest sibling. I was responsible. I did what my parent told me. And more importantly, I was hugely aware of Biblical principles and what I was “called” to do. And not do.
That being said…I rebelled wholeheartedly at the ripe old age of 22. I was married for a year and was expecting our first baby. Somewhere along the way, I had determined that I was going to breastfeed my kids. *gasp* I’ve thought about this, and cannot come up with a “WHY” on this one. No idea. Somewhere I had heard that breastfeeding a “natural” thing to do. That it was good for a baby. Sum total of the pluses that sealed the deal.
Believe me when I say that IF you think today’s world is hung up about our boobs, imagine 1972. The bottle ruled. When I told my OB what I had in mind, he looked puzzled. When I informed my mother, she didn’t threaten to lock me up somewhere as she had also breastfed me, but did I REALLY want to do this?!!! And my local peer group was baffled, yea, even shocked. Wouldn’t this mean hiding away in my abode until baby was weaned. HOW would I travel under these dire circumstances?!!
Being the Know-It-All Mommy that I was rapidly morphing into, I smiled smugly and thought “I’ll show you ALL!” Of course, when I looked for “a book” on the subject (yes that’s what we used to do BEFORE internet), I came up with 2 paragraphs in the thick “How to Care for Your Baby” book or something like that. Two. Can I hear an amen on that?
But I persevered. The child lived, along with his 2 little brothers. And I managed to nurse all of them without killing them. I did so with minimal breast exposure, using heavy doses of common sense. Which meant, I nursed easily in the presence of sister mommies and females in general. If males were around, I chose to nurse in private. That was me. I might have thought I knew It All, but had some education to gain yet. But at the time, nursing was pretty much between me and baby and hubs.
I eased up a bit on that attitude when I was home about one month into Motherhood. I was feeding baby dearest when our next-door neighbor from ages back came over to admire our newest offspring. She was thrilled to see my son and asked if she could pull the blankie back so she could see him. At the sight of his wee head, she said words that changed my attitude forever. “There is nothing sweeter than a baby nursing!!!!”
YESSS! She was right!! I didn’t need to hide him. Others could benefit from the sight also. Does that sound warped? No. I don’t think so. It’s called “Mother Love,” people and as scared crazy as I was of this little bundle, he was sweet! And he was being nurtured the way the Lord intended…nurtured physically and emotionally. We were…a TEAM!!!
Which brings us to why I started this piece in the first place.
I think the issue at hand is not seeing working boobs in public (what the heck do you think God gave us them boobs for, anyway??? Decorations?!) 😎 I think not.
Oh there are plenty of boobs flopping around nowadays that are for decoration only. Providing nourishment for an infant is NOT their motivation. And yet, those boobs displayed on TV, movies, ads, mags… are OK in our culture?
So let me get this right…a busty 20 year old who is braless and showing everything that the Lord has endowed her with to anyone who passes by is OK.
But nursing a child is not OK.?
One more thing that is upside down in this crazy world. A world that doesn’t blink an eyelash at overtly “romantical” public displays of affection by couples of any persuasion? A world that screams doing your own thing is fine and dandy. A world that concludes that monogamy is passé. A world that stamps its approval on killing pre-born babies. A world gone mad.
I say put a tent over the 20 year old who is out to prove that SHE is a w-o-m-a-n. Hide that decoration PLEASE! And leave the harassed breastfeeding mommy alone. PLEASE! Especially if she is doing so in a modest fashion.
And now it’s your turn. Am I wrong? Does the lack of modesty in today’s world bother you? For what reasons? Does it even matter? Do we need legislation within the clothing industry? Yes, I am kidding. Sort of.
Do nursing mommies hack you off? Why?