Another mama accosted over feeding her baby in public. Unbelievable.
Here's the letter I just sent to the McKenna Children's Museum in New Braunfels, TX, where some friends of mine had a bit of a time yesterday…
To whom it may concern,
You may want to avert your eyes because my boobs are writing this letter.
No matter how much I try to calm them down, they're pretty indignant.
They don't like the way my friend Jodi was treated at your museum
yesterday. They are not fans of boobie timeout rooms. They ARE fans of
feeding babies when babies get hungry, though, no matter when or where
that happens to be.
The boobies writing this letter are wondering – as boobies are wont to
do – why museum staff would want to cater to grouchy looky-loos
instead of babies – their true patrons. The boobies also want to point
out that when a baby is nursing, his or her little melon head (so to
speak) covers up more of the breast that a swimsuit would. Or a summer
dress. Does your museum also have a summer dress timeout room?
In fact, the boobies are wondering if maybe there is a grouch timeout
room? That way, when someone in the museum who has a grouchy face and
a complain-y demeanor decides that a baby can't eat in front of them,
perhaps the baby could suggest that that person go rest up in the
grouch timeout room.
Also, is there a noisy children timeout room? Noisy children can be so
annoying. Especially at a Children's museum. What about a
too-many-questions timeout room? The boobies are very familiar with
how older children will sometimes never stop asking questions. Maybe
they could be sequestered away, too, so that everyone can have an
undisturbed museum experience.
The boobies see a problem here, though, and maybe you do too. Timeout
rooms are not interactive museum rooms, are they? And if everyone who
complains about something can request someone be put in a room off to
the side, soon there will be no one left to enjoy the museum. That
seems to kind of defy the point of having a Children's museum at all,
I am afraid that yesterday, when Jodi, Amy and Marcella were chastised
and embarrassed for nursing their babies, you guys unleashed a power
upon yourselves that you are not fully aware of. The power of the
Mamas. This power is large, protective, nurturing… hey! Just like a
big ol' breast, huh?
And the big ol' breast is descending upon you right now.
Maybe you should go hide in a timeout room.
PS. While you're in the timeout room, maybe you could craft a public
statement announcing that the museum supports breastfeeding women –
and the law. You could also consider consulting with Dave Fendrick,
the General Manager of the Round Rock Express. He weathered an
incident similar to this one with extreme grace under pressure. The
mamas love him now. All 1700+ of us, and all of our 3400 breasts.