I scan the bread aisle behind us and spot her sitting on a box crate smack dab in the middle of full and extended lines. I spot his chunky legs squiggling and her eyes peering down into her nursing cover and I smiled. I have spotted a breastfeeding mother!
In all my months as a nursing mama, I can probably count the times on my hand that I’ve randomly spotted another nursing mama out in public. It felt like a rare animal sighting and the scenario played out as such:
The Laotian Breastfeeder rummages through her child sack for nursing-in-public info cards to make silent greetings with the Elusive Breastfeeder. Attempts reveal that the Laotian Toddler has teethed something fierce and all the nursing in public cards were gone except for one, in Spanish. While the Elusive was clearly not of Caucasian circles, the Laotian knew it was a do-or-die mission if her instincts were incorrect. Empty-handed, she then makes her way toward the Elusive Breastfeeder as she has not seen an unfamiliar one in her environment other than Twitter Land and blogosphere. With no clear plan or dialogue, the Laotian passes the Elusive pretending to look at the white bread as a ploy to blend in Elusive’s temporary territory. Passes by again going toward the organic, seedy bread, grabs a loaf with a smile, and asks how long has the Elusive Nursling been earth side. The Elusive, with a faint (Spanish!) accent, answers seven moons and the Laotian attempts engaging talk with Elusive nodding toward her own nursling strapped to the father of Laotian Toddler. The two milk makers carry on for a while and the Laotian finally professed her true intent on invading Elusive Child’s feeding – to give thanks for feeding her child no matter the time or place. The Laotian bids her goodbyes and well wishes and jaunts back to her territory.
Dear Nursing in Public Mama, I may have creeped you out but you made my day!