My Breastfeeding Super Heroine
As a young, nursing, first-time, mom, I had a neighbor was a very special friend. I babysat her infant son while she worked. She was nursing mom as well. She was a career woman, very put together and gorgeous to boot. I looked up to her, and she seemed to take to me in that big sister/mom kind of way. She was as bold as she was beautiful. Complete with confidence as solid as stone. I admired her. She would display her confidence in her photo albums. Thumbing through her family photo album, I came across very pregnant, very naked pictures of her and her swollen belly. I froze in awkward embarrassment. Coming out of it when she gave her customary playful pinch on my elbow. With a you-should-see-the-look-on-your-face laugh, she testified of the beauty of the pregnant body and the normalcy of it.
Yes, she was quite bold! And “whipped ‘em” out on occasion to nurse her son when she stopped past for lunch. After a while, I got used to seeing her son suckle against her exposed, dark chocolate skin and joined her in nursing sessions on the living room couch.
Yes, she was quite bold…when her son became hungry while in a checkout lane, there was no hesitation. She lifted up her shirt, pulled down her bra flap and commenced in feeding her babe. When her items were totaled, and the cashier awaiting her payment, she asked a statuesque cashier, very politely, mind you, to hold her check book in place while she filled it out. With no hint of acknowledgement of the intense stares that surrounded her, her groceries paid for and her son full and content, she walked out…head held high. She was my breastfeeding super heroine.
There is no question this woman played an important role in my view of public nursing. We need more breastfeeding super heroines like these. They are extremely rare in commodity and if they do exist, they don’t have the exposure that Bethenny Frankel has. I was extremely blessed in the friend I had in Roslyn, my breastfeeding super heroine. Every new mom needs to see that kind of unaffected, kiss-my-ass, confidence she displayed for me and others to see. So instead of focusing on Bethenny Frankel’s careless remarks, I ask you nursing mom bloggers or readers to DO bring to light that one woman who uplifted you during your nursing days. Who became your personal breastfeeding heroine. You can share your story in the comments below.
*No links to Bethenny Frankel’s comment has been linked on this post in an effort to squash the negative effects her comments made on the breastfeeding movement’s call to action.