(Video by Jacquie Engel)
(Video by Jacquie Engel)
By now, you've no doubt seen the cover of TIME magazine. It was an effective marketing strategy: they are selling magazines like crazy in a time when print media is suffering sales. Good for them. Here's what I don't like about the cover, as a mother who breast-fed her three children: it makes breastfeeding look creepy. Breast-feeding is not creepy, but many people think so. In fact, in my own experience, breastfeeding was something I had to explain and defend, even to my own family.
When I had Aidan, I chose to breastfeed, and some of Michael's family questioned me like I was some kind of social pariah: "How long are you going to breastfeed that baby?" followed by the cautionary urban legend of some mother in Lock Haven who breastfed her kid until he was ____ (insert age here; it was higher every time I heard the story). By the way, I remember that question being asked of me when Aidan was 10 days old, not 3 years old.
I understand why the women of Mike's family thought it was weird: when my mother had her children, the doctor gave a shot to "dry up her milk" and a can of Enfamil to take home. No one talked to her about the option of breastfeeding. It just wasn't done, for some reason.
Things have changed in the 7 years since I had Aidan -- Mike's cousin and sister breastfed their babies and no one thought they were freaks. Progress has been made.
Personally, I did not nurse my children for more than a year: Aidan weaned himself at 11 months; Gabrielle was born as I was starting student teaching and I couldn't keep up milk production; Liam was born as I had a limited number of sick days to comprise my maternity leave from school. Would I have nursed until they were 2 or 3 years old? No. Liam is almost 2 now; he rarely sits still enough to eat his real-food lunch, and it helps that his sippy cup is portable because he's always on the go. Does that mean I disagree with women nursing their children longer than I did? No. Each parent needs to make personal decisions based on the well-being on their children. I can't decide what is right for someone else.
But, TIME -- I hope you enjoy those sales revenues because you did little social good by depicting breastfeeding in such a way. The reality is that while more women are breastfeeding, not all women are, and some women who would benefit from nursing don't do it, in part because of the social stigma.
I suggest reading this excellent article on the topic written by a pediatrician, published in the Boston Globe:
http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/health/mdmama/2012/05/what_being_mom_enough_really_means.html
Gabrielle: "Mom, wait til you see what we got you."
Me: "Ok, Ellie, don't tell me."
G: "Ok, Momma, I'll just tell you this: it's shaped like a circle and it goes on your finger."
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Yes, they got me a beautiful ring, and I had breakfast in bed, too! Aidan made a pin, a potted flower, and several other crafts. Gabrielle made me a card and a neat handprint picture. Liam got me some Gerber daisies. We spent the day at church and at a baptism for Mike's goddaughter, Mia Grace; we had lunch then I went for a 6.5 mile run--perfect day!
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there! :)
It's Teacher Appreciation Week! Thank you to all those educators out there who diligently strive for excellence each and every day in the classroom! I took the kids to pick out flowers for their teacher yesterday . . . Gabrielle -- of course? -- chose pink roses . . . Aidan chose red. Ah, the second year of teacher crushes for my little man. :)
I just had a thought! What if it's all code? Like a secret coup being planned by the Flowers? "Viva la Resistance!!!"
Now the family is catching the interpretive spirit. Mike wants to know what KIND of flower #2 is. Then he did a dramatic retelling of Aidan's line as if Flower #2 were on his death bed.
Aidan chimed in with a mean pirate accent: "Heaaaarrrrrty stew!"
Then Gabrielle told her interrupting cow joke. That was random. And it interrupted us. Hmmm.
We've literally spent 25 minutes deconstructing Aidan's line. Script study is time- consuming!
Aidan has been cast as "Flower #2" in the first grade musical. His line is: "There are carrots and onions, tomatoes and beans to make a hearty stew."
He -- silly boy -- thought that all he had to do was memorize the words. I wanted more information. I mean, what is Flower #2's motivation in this scene? Is he sad that a stew is being made of his carbon-based friends? Has he had a falling out with said vegetables (well, and one fruit, since we're striving for precision) and now rejoices in his revenge -- usually best served cold?
What about the context here? I mean, is the hearty stew a celebratory feast? A final meal in a land of starvation? To whom is Flower # 2 speaking? Is he bragging? Embarrassed? Exaggerating? Maybe famine has struck the land, and Flower #2 is painting an optimistic picture for his bud children, inspiring them to last just one more day. Maybe it's a hyperbolic "hearty" -- oh! Or a touch of sarcasm!
What about the parallel structure seen in the pairing the nouns, joined by "and"? What about the use of the passive voice? Who is making the stew? Who will be eating the stew?
Aidan: "Mom, I'm just a flower. I don't think I care that much about the stew. Really." (rolls eyes...)
Actors. They are impossible to work with.
Percy Bysshe Shelley lamented that the words of a poet are like fading embers, unable to capture the true fire of inspiration. These words of mine struggle to capture the uncapturable moments of life so that I may look upon their fading glow and remember the true fire.
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