And In Honor of Mother's Day

Yesterday I went to get my bountiful basket at the Well-Rounded Momma just up the street from my house. Bountiful baskets is a wonderful food co-op. You sign up on a Tuesday and pay $15. Then on Saturday there is a drop-off location, usually at a park, where you go and pick up your goodies: an entire laundry basket full of fruits and vegetables. This week I got a watermelon, tangelos, a bag of apples, bananas, romaine lettuce, spinach, corn on the cob, tomatoes, and mangoes. That is a pretty good haul for $15, huh?

Usually I do not participate because the drop-off location is on the other side of the valley and it is just not worth the drive. However, we are so fortunate that someone decided to volunteer here in Henderson.

The Well-Rounded Momma is a little business where they give support to pregnant/breast-feeding mothers. They do a lot of classes and things like that. So, it would be expected that you are going to see a lot of mothers there with babies in slings and backpacks. Check. There was a lot of that there.

Even the lady who sat at the table had a baby in a sling. I signed my paper to check in and got my basket. Then I saw some people I knew there and started to help them with their stuff. The line was pretty long with lots of women and more than a few men. I turned around to look at the table where you sign in and there I saw a monumental breast. It was about the size of the watermelon I just got in my basket. I am not exaggerating. At the end of that breast was a baby happily suckling away.

Now I am a breastfeeder myself currently. I even will nurse in public and I really don't care. I cover up the best I can but occassionally something might say peek-a-boo. There was no peek-a-boo with this ample watermelon. It was opening night at the Met and it was on full display.

I would include a picture but....

Even with this said, I don't really think I would have thought much about it. There was just one little problem. She was signing people in and her breast infringed on the table a little bit...where the sign in sheet was located. Normally when you sign a paper you have to lean over to do it. So, in essence, your face ended up being about 18 inches away from her voluminous milk jug.

I can just imagine how uncomfortable that might have been for the men in line and even for some of the women.

Or maybe it was a way to drum up more business. You never know in this day and age.