#1. Do it as you
normally would in private.
#2. Be normal when
others do it in your vicinity.
Whenever I see a mom breastfeeding in public, I cheer on the
inside. I do a little mental cartwheel
and think of encouraging things I can say to her, like “Good for you for
nursing in public!” or “I did that, too!” or “You’re doing such a great thing
nursing your child!”
See, I believe breastfeeding in public takes a bit of
courage in our culture, and I applaud moms who do it. Because even though breastfeeding is normal
and really no big deal, our culture often says otherwise.
And I feel quite passionate about supporting moms who want
to breastfeed and about supporting women’s rights to breastfeed anywhere their
babies need to eat (which is anywhere they happen to be at the moment). I don’t think nursing moms should be
relegated to “nursing rooms” or nurseries at church or any other designated
space, unless the mom herself feels more comfortable there.
But, I’ve yet to say one of my “go breastfeeding in public!”
encouragements to a mom that I’ve seen in the act. It just feels a little awkward and intrusive,
I guess. Because to me, what she’s doing
is normal. And normally I don’t comment
on things that are normal. I just go
about my normal business.
Today at the gym, a mom was breastfeeding her baby near the
play area. She wasn’t being particularly
discreet; neither was she being indiscreet, and who cares? I don’t.
Apparently another mom near me did, as evidenced by her staring a little
too long and then turning to me to give me a disapproving, conspiratorial
look.
What to do, what to do?
Should I go along with Disapproving Mom to not rock the boat? Should I make a pro-breastfeeding comment to
make my stance known and support Breastfeeding Mom?
I chose the “be normal” route. I anticipated Disapproving Mom’s glance and diverted my eyes so as not to participate in it. I sat near Breastfeeding Mom and interacted with her as I normally would – a little chit chat here and there, eye contact.
I chose the “be normal” route. I anticipated Disapproving Mom’s glance and diverted my eyes so as not to participate in it. I sat near Breastfeeding Mom and interacted with her as I normally would – a little chit chat here and there, eye contact.
Sometimes normalizing breastfeeding calls for political
action, nurse-ins, letters to managers, and encouraging comments.
And sometimes normalizing breastfeeding calls for not
turning every normal act into a political opportunity or a chance to declare
sides in the mommy wars.
Sometimes the best way to make something normal is to
acknowledge that it already is normal by just acting normal.
Eden was playing near Breastfeeding Mom and I, and at one
point noticed the baby nursing. She
watched for two seconds while climbing down a ladder, and then went on her way
playing. She didn’t need to comment or
ask questions; she didn’t need to do anything.
She saw a mom nursing her baby, and in her world there is nothing in
particular to comment on when she sees this.
1 comment:
Good job! I, too have struggled with this and you did well describing the conflict.
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