Boobs Are For Babies
This weekend our family took a trip to the 100th annual Goshen Fair here in Connecticut. It is a largely agricultural based fair showcasing livestock, fresh locally grown produce, tractor pulls, a carnival, anda lot of food.
We knew the kids would have a great time because they have a love for farm animals. Especially our oldest son Camden.
But it wasn’t until we got there, and started walking through the barns with the animals hanging out in between shows that my love for the fair started. (Which later concluded with a number of deep fried treats that sent me into a food coma for the night.)
First we walked through the stables with the five prize winning horses. They were the biggest horses I have ever seen in my life. One had to be damn near 10+ feet tall. SCARY as hell!
Then we walked over to the barn with all the cows. Five steps in I saw a calf nursing. My first reaction was… HOLY FUCKING SHIT I WOULD HATE TO BE THAT MOTHER COW. Because DAMN that calf was ROUGHING up her utter. I held onto my own boobs in pain as I watched. But then the nursing mother in me set in, combined with the fact that the mother didn’t seem to even notice the little baby cow was there.
Utters are there for baby calves, not for us humans that demand their milk on such a large scale.
The more we walked around, the more nursing animals we saw. Goats, sheep, and of course the momma pig and her number of 6 week old piglets.
How absolutely adorable are they all? The mother, just like most mothers who have nursed just did her thing while they all just latched on for the ride. After almost 16 months of it with Addison, I got the hang of multitasking while I nursed. As did this momma. In the photo she was actually eating herself as they all fed.
People walked by, looked, commented on how adorable they all were.
It almost pissed me off because some of those people would be the same ones who would give a mother nursing her baby a nasty look as they secretly judged her in their head. But it was perfectly OK if animals were doing it in a crowded barn as we invaded their space.
The hypocrisy of our society wrapped up into a perfect little entertaining family fair.
Naw, I am not bitter… I am not mad or angry. I am not one of those pushy lactivist moms that thinks every woman on earth should breast feed no matter what. But… I don’t know. It just upsets me that something so natural and normal is still looked down on so often no matter where you are.
I guess I have made my point.