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Archive for January 2012

I started thinking about this again recently, as I entered the bathroom at a restaurant where we were having lunch.

Would you want to have lunch in the loo?

Immediately, I was struck by the memory of once sitting in there for 40 minutes nursing my baby, while my stomach growled louder and louder, and the rest of my party waited for me at the table.

At issue?

People were staring at me while I was nursing.

Yes, I was nursing my baby.

I was a first-time mom, and not feeling like sending a message – and too exhausted to protest.

Just wanted to feed the baby, eat my lunch and get on with it.

I would typically get an out of the way booth and sit facing a wall, so no one would be the wiser.

But that day, it was so crowded, the only available table was in the middle of the dining room.

People were really uncomfortable and making it known.

I’ve often thought of this when I read stories about people being kicked-out of places for nursing, or asked to “take it to the restroom.”

Since my early mom days, I’ve gotten a bit bolder.

Now when I hear people say this stuff, I say, “You try to eat in a dirty, stinky bathroom!”

Let’s face it.

It is the restroom.

As much as many places try, it is dirty and stinky, by its very nature.

Think about this.

You go in there. There’s nowhere to sit except, well, the toilet.

So in your desperation to feed your hungry infant, you sit on the pot.

You get your clothes messed up.

It’s really uncomfortable.

Your child is very young, susceptible to all sorts of germs.

And he has to take his meal in the loo?

Come on people!

Think about it.

The next time I hear someone telling another person not to nurse in public, I’m going to stand up and tell them:

“You take your lunch and go sit in the bathroom for a few minutes and eat. Tell me how that goes.”

Now let’s take another look at this.

I have dined out many times in my life.

In fact, I grew up in a restaurant.

And I can tell you, I have never witnessed a woman whip out a boob for all to see.

I’ve seen women nurse in public, and they are quite discreet.

The idea isn’t to put on a show, and they aren’t flashers.

But everyone seems to be so breast-obsessed.

This is the most natural thing in the entire world – to nurse your child.

Why all the hoopla?

I’ve nursed in public, I‘ve seen others.

We get very skilled at the covert action, and very quickly.

We dress accordingly, we have blankets or breast feeding covers.

See this lady? She's all covered up! No flashing here.

We do cover ourselves, people.

Baby happily eats his meal in comfort.

Mom is comfortable, can eat her own meal, and not abandon her companions.

My daughter would zonk out every few minutes, and I’d have to keep waking her up.

So taking an hour to feed her was not unusual.

Was I to stay home until she stopped nursing?

Give me a break!

Think about it. Would you like to sit on the pot and eat a meal?

I didn’t think so.

There’s nothing pornographic about it.

Stop being so boob-obsessed!

Mother offers the best nourishment for her baby.

Baby lovingly eats – and thrives.

That’s a beautiful thing.

So let it be.

Don’t stare.

Don’t complain.

Just eat your lunch, and go about your business.

We’re talking about Bebs, so surely you aren’t surprised.

We were planning to transition Bebs to Boo’s school after the holidays, so the principal suggested placing her in the three year-old class a couple of times during that last week before Christmas.

The kids were practicing for the Christmas show, so Bebs went with them on stage to rehearse.

I stayed at school that day, “just in case,” so I peeked in from time to time to see how it was going.

The class began by holding hands and circling the Christmas tree.

She followed every direction, often better than kids in the class.

Then, each child went to the microphone to recite a poem.

Bebs asked the teacher, “Hey, when’s it my turn?”

So they gave her something to say.

She went to the mic, they brought it down to her and she said her line, “Irthe o Ai Vasilis!” “Santa came!” (in Greek)

I happened to witness it and I couldn’t believe it.

Later, I snuck back to an area outside the gym so she couldn’t see me.

I heard the teacher say, “Ok, last song, guys.”

Bebs knew all the songs, as Boo had brought home a CD so she could practice the song.

I thought she’d sing along.

The song started and the teacher brought the mic to her, and held it in front of her.

Much to everyone’s surprise, she sang the entire song (O Come All Ye Faithful in Greek) and with feeling!

The tears began rolling down my cheeks.

I couldn’t believe how well she sang it.

Later, I asked the teacher how she did that day.

She reported that Bebs knew all the songs, took direction very well, and we should dress her in her Christmas best and bring her to the program.

Huh?

She was in the program.

Two days later, she came back for another trial day, mostly consisting of rehearsal.

Be sure to bring her tomorrow,” the teacher said.

I asked Boo if it was OK if Bebs was in the program.

She thought it was pretty cool.

So we were on.

I asked Bebs to practice her line.

The stinker.

She made the sign of the cross, and said in Greek, “Holy God, Holy Mightly, Holy Immortal, have mercy on us!”

I told her I didn’t ask for the prayer, I asked for her line.

She laughed and she said it again.

That’s Bebs.

The next day, I called Bebs’ school.

Hello. Bebs isn’t coming to school today.”

The director asked if she was sick.

Um, Angeliki’s been hijacked to perform in Boo’s Christmas program,” I said

The director laughed and replied, “I’ll bet Bebs took over the program.”

Ahhh, they know her too well.

Watch that kid,” she told me. “She will go far!”

So Bebs was in the show.

She said her line softly, and not into the mic.

I heard her, but not sure anyone else did.

The teacher asked her to say it again in the microphone.

The response was so Bebs: “I already did.”

Sometimes she sang and sometimes she didn’t.

She was so little compared to the other kids – heck we’re all little.

She looked so cute, and really, if I must say, she stole the show.

Yup, Bebs, the show stealer.

There were lots of oohs and ahhs, and “look at the little one!” coming from the audience.

Of course everyone knows who she is.

She has a way of making her presence known.

Bebs officially starts at the school next week.

Surely, she will keep it interesting.


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