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Carnival of Nursing in Public: A Moment That Matters #CarNIP
Welcome to the July 2010 Carnival of Nursing in Public
This post was written for inclusion in the Carnival of Nursing in Public hosted by Dionna and Paige at NursingFreedom.org. All week, July 5-9, we will be featuring articles and posts about nursing in public (“NIP”). See the bottom of this post for more information.
The children cried all day today. Our daughter made a huge mess and did not want to help clean it. I am stressed and running on little to no sleep the past 2 weeks. The walls are closing in on me, I have never had cabin fever this bad.
I decide to go to the mall, walk around, be among the humans again. Here children run and laugh as other mothers pull out their hair. I decide to do this after nap time so maybe the chance of a good window shop will prevail.
Our daughter awakens with a bright sunny smile and I sigh with the hopes I have. Please, please let this be a good outing, I beg. I dress our daughter and comb her hair. I allow her to choose what shoes she would like to wear and then we are off.
At the mall, our daughter informs me of things she thinks I need to buy and what we could use these new purchases for. I smile to myself, because she pretty much had the uses right. It was then, her eyes are caught, a little to the left.
“Mommy, look.” she whispers, “That Mommy and baby is nursing”, with an innocent expression on her face. As she silently connects with the nursing baby. We both steal from this mother and baby, a moment to call our own.
The Mother looks up in our direction and our daughter shies away behind my legs. I could tell this mother was shocked from us looking. Yet, I smile and mouth a thank-you. I look down and caress the top of our daughter’s head and down towards her cheek , ever so thankful she noticed this precious act.
Still do this day, I wonder if this mother knows how much that moment meant. I hope she understood what that thank-you was for. I tenderly wanted her to feel the power of that simple moment and for her to know she’s done so much, without really doing anything at all.
To me, this was an important sentiment, for our daughter to see another nursing child. She does not get to see it much, but when she does, it’s like she is at peace. During this time, my edges soften and my tensions release.
Now, it does not matter that the daycare children fussed all day or there is a mess at home with my name on it. It does not matter there are an endless list of choirs. Nor does it matter I am among the sleepless zombie parents.
All that matters, is that connection our daughter felt, with the simple act of breastfeeding in public.
Welcome to the Carnival of Nursing in Public
Please join us all week, July 5-9, as we celebrate and support breastfeeding mothers. And visit NursingFreedom.org any time to connect with other breastfeeding supporters, learn more about your legal right to nurse in public, and read (and contribute!) articles about breastfeeding and N.I.P.
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