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The first time I have read Kamnitzer’s essay about her experience of raising her son in Mongolia was about two years ago. The image it left me with, readily popping into my mind and broadsiding me with the hilarity of it all, was with parents, friends, grandparents, any other family members sitting in a yurta, flapping their breasts around trying to entice a toddler to come and breastfeed. Haunting image indeed.

Alas, I came across the article again a few days ago, this time reprinted in www.incultureparent.com.

I adore this article. I don’t particularly see it as a breastfeeding propaganda, however. I look at it from a cultural point of view and a bit broader than most at that.

I think Ruth Kamnitzer’s account says more about the way we raise our children rather than just airing the breastfeeding factor, granted those two go hand-in-hand and you cannot separate one from the other. I like this part in particular “… in Mongolia, breastfeeding isn’t equated with dependence, and weaning isn’t a finish line. They know their kids will grow up – in fact, the average Mongolian five-year-old is far more independent than her western counterpart, breastfed or not. There’s no rush to wean.
This reminds me of a story that my teacher once (well, more than once now)  told me. She told of her friend, raising her own son through “this attachment parenting style”. She said how the Mom nursed on demand until the boy was past the toddlerhood, how they shared bed, of course she carried him in a sling forever, and that he accompanied her EVERYWHERE. She also told of her being a bit concerned that the kid was too dependent on the mother. Well, she never spoke up against it as she did not think it was any of her business and just learned to trust her friend’s mothering instincts. That boy grew into the most self-reliant, confident, independent, yet outgoing and cooperative young man, traveling the world, backpacking on his own, or living in a bush for weeks on hand on his own, since he was a teenager. He was healthily attached, knew in every cell of his body where his place was and where and to whom he was attached to. He went on to be a successful and content person, very giving to his community, and a great family man.

It seems that all this pushing away of our kids just does everyone a great disservice – to the child, the parents, the community and the whole society. Perhaps that is why so many people in my generation feel so disconnected, and more so with each new generation we feel at a loss of how to relate, how to communicate, how to be with each other.

And of course, there was this part of the article that got me this time. “every Mongolian I ever asked told me that he or she liked breast milk. The value of breast milk is so celebrated, so firmly entrenched in their culture, that it’s not considered something that’s only for babies.
I find it distressing that we will readily accept manufactured, stripped down, shaken, cooked, and diluted breastmilk from a cow mother, and will throw millions of dollars annually at making it “workable”,while at the same time we discourage, campaign against, and turn our noses at, our children’s own mothers’ milk, that is specific to that individual child’s short and longterm needs, is perfectly packaged, conveniently stored, readily accessible, and is FREE! It does not cost us anything. In fact it saves us a lot of dollars and saves generations of people. But that would mean that women would have to have some sort of “control” over their children for longer, and possibly turn the children against … I don’t know, whatever is feared by a particular individual, wether a representative of an institution.

Sadly I know few men that wanted to feed their kids when born, and insisted, or at least voiced their desire along with regret of their inability, that the mother’s would pump so the Dads could bottlefeed. Of course there are other ways to promote the father-child bond but those don’t seem to cut it too often. I know some Dads who felt jealous of their baby’s monopoly of the woman – a mother to the child, and a sexual partner to the man – to such an extent that they insisted on NOT bed-sharing and/or were supportive of formula feeding or bottlefeeding.

I think breastfeeding is really about how we view women in our society, their role, their responsibility, their right, their power. I think to diminish the power of a woman, to minimize her impact on the society at large, to eliminate her role, or to limit it just to the extent of being an incubation vessel for the next generation, is to remove her child from her sphere of influence and now lets throw in a “outside of home – career & success” to make things just a bit more wacky. Limiting breastfeeding by bottlefeeding (even an occasional one), premature weaning, removing the support network around her so she can do the most important job of her life, beside growing into a strong human being, to grow another human being into a strong beautiful person. Sure, we can be CEO and have access to six-figure income, but who is paying for that? The kids, and the parents too, the whole society.

Western world ran by folks with broken attachments, desperately looking, often in wrong places and in unhealthy ways, to fulfill their feeling of belonging and purpose. How as a child do I gain that feeling of security, love, and purpose, when I see my parents for only two hours a day during the week and get ferried by my Mom mostly from class to class or a game on the weekend. Yes, I matter so much to my family that they spend less time with me than my peers and my teachers at school. How do you help your child to grow beautifully in spirit and in body if you can see him/her only a two or three hours a day because you are working on your career or just trying to pay your rent and put decent food on the table. Who cooks the meals for your family? Kraft or McCain? Or your heart and hands?

Something has to give …

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I had a very busy day and am so tired and brain dead. I was not planning on posting even a single word here but felt compelled to cement this video firmly in my resources.  This is The Onion News Network’s  homage to lactivism, breastfeeding advocacy, feminism, and breastfeeding in public. LOVE IT.

When I absent-mindedly clicked on the link I did not expect to be so amused and so tickled. I almost peed my pants laughing. I really must share it but right after that I will have to go to bed so I can empty my enlarged mammary glands during my 2-year old’s night time feed while we bed-share. Should I mention that the five year old is in the bed too? LOL

As I am typing this I am wrecking my brain trying to figure out how to make a night-time feeding public when the nursling in question is a two year old who is asleep, next to his five year old and me. Hard thing to accomplish a drive to the local fast food restaurant to exercise my human right. LOL

I wonder if anyone can shed some light here :).

I need to find something that I can follow for my own sake. This year will be very new for us – doing homelearning on my own with the kids and being under a microscope in anticipation of a failure. No pressure, right?

I had briefly looked into homelearning curricula. There are too many and not enough.

I was wondering what you are using if any. I like slow and fun with no pressure. My DD does not like
pressure and has trouble sitting down to a chart tracing or writing letters
repetitively in the lined spaces. Yes her handwriting reflects that but hey, she
is only five.

From what I have seen i like Oak Meadow from the reviews and
description. It is very expensive I think, and has no Canadian topics. Plus it
does not seem very ‘inclusive’. KWIM

Come Sit by Me sounds interesting and the $ question is very appealing. I like the idea of just
using the books from a local library and not having to buy them. A lot of them we already own. I would like to leave God out of it though and that is one drawback.

I also tried looking for used curricula and some of the links out there are no longer valid like … Learning Lane in Langley comes up with an ad for Cialis! :*
I realize that I am going to have to start doing some weekly planning to stay on top of things. I wonder how that will go with my own school. Thankfully I have a strong homelearning community available to me. I just need to actually reach out.
So what are you guys using?

I know I’m a bit behind. The World’s Breastfeeding Week was at the beginning of this month. What did I do … not a post on breastfeeding. But I still breastfeed my two and a half year old as often as he wants to, regardless to what his Dad demands.

As August,  and the National Breastfeeding Month (US), is drawing to an end I finally watched the Join the Boob-olution! video. You can find it on breastfeeding.com or on youtube.

It is a campaign to raise breastfeeding awareness and tell US women that breastfeeding does not suck by celebrity Moms (Kelly Rutherford, Lisa Loeb, Constance Marie, Ali Landry, and more)  first announcing with gusto the derogative terms for breasts in our society, than informing us of the benefits of breastfeeding and telling us why we should do it. They conclude this exercise by encouraging us to ‘whip them out’.

So, please watch it and as the good girl I know you are do as they say.  😉

Seriously now. I love breastfeeding campaigns. I do. Do I think this one is effective? Not really. But it is fun anyway.

What I think would make a big turnaround in breastfeeding rates is firstly realizing (and not being terrified of what the corps may say) and saying out loud that it is NOT that the breastfeeding is so MAGICAL that it saves one from all sorts of illnesses. It is that NOT BREASTFEEDING your child (not infant, but a child! – a huge difference if I may say) puts YOU and HIM at a risk of developing various cancers, diabetes, various infections, and provides less than normal nourishment for brain development. Dare I say cellular malnourishment?

The turnaround will not happen until we recognize the importance and value of women’s work as the mothers they are. Being a mother woman functions as a childbearer, educator, healthcare provider, psychologist, nutritionist, personal trainer, bodyguard, driver, a cook, assistant,  philosopher, and a all-around goddess. Really. We nurture and nourish the fetus and protect him from the outside world, we give birth to him so she can become a person, and then we again nurture, nourish, protect, educate, feed, counsel, teach, nurse, stay up in the middle of the night, drive to/fro, be there for, and on and on i can go on. This invaluable service to human kind needs to be recognized, valued, protected, and SEEN in public. It is not in our best interest that a mother has to choose between breastfeeding her child and raising him in a healthy way or going to work three months after the birth and ‘dump him in the system’. In Canada we have a the parental leave for eight months where EI covers a portion of one wages’ and thank goodness for that. But only one year? A mother has to go back to work in precisely the time where her child is SUPER ATTACHED and is going through a huge developmental changes? Like becoming a toddler, having first real words, having his first high fever, etc.

Lets face it, breastfeeding is not better or optimal. Breastfeeding is NORMAL, period. As such, choosing not to breastfeed provides less than desirable results. One should be encouraged to do so in public as needed or desired – no questions asked. And I suggest that the Canadian government should invest in her citizens by enabling mothers stay at home for the first three years of a child’s life for when his psyche is ready to be experiencing the world from out of his mother’s arms and be a whole person because of that opportunity. Plus it would be really great if Moms could get an opportunity to go back to school and upgrade their education, even if only part time during this time … so … lower tuition, or hey, abolish tuition all together.

It should be mandatory that companies have resources allocated for the mothers amongst the workers. It should be given that there would be enticing and warmly furnished pumping rooms for every ten breastfeeding workers. It should be given that we would have daycares setup by the workplace so the mothers could visit their VERY young child so they don’t have to be separated for prolonged periods of time.

So, why don’t you go and read some true breastfeeding stories. We are all alike you know. I really like Kelly Rutherford’s storry of tandem nursing, co-sleeping, pumping, while going through a divorce. That makes more of an impact for moi…

woke up this morning

with sunshine on my face ….  Sook-Yin Lee in Beautiful video for CBC’s Definitely Not the Opera.

with giggles and kisses warming up my bones,

cuddles and near-misses of footsies in my face waking up my nose,

elated jumps from the headboard landing on bellies urging them to empty,

with grumbling tummies and mouthfuls of cries to be filled with chocolate blueberry pancakes and, of course, Love.

We had Soo much fun on Sunday!!! Where you ask? Doing what?….

My son LOVES blueberries. He can eat them every day, bowl-fulls. This morning we had some blueberries topped with mascarpone whipped wit maple syrup. Than we had … more blueberries – on their own. Then, english muffins with … cries for more blueberries. 😀 I asked what the kids want for lunch … more blueberries. Two days of eating mainly blueberries and I really think they will start turning into giant blue berries by the end of the day.

Yesterday we spent the day blueberry picking. My dear friend Mandy invited us to her Mom’s blueberry farm for a day of family picking. Julie’s farm is located in Port Coquitlam, easy fifteen- or twenty-minute drive from Burnaby. I invited a few of my friends and some homeschooling families to tag along.

We got to Julie’s farm at noon and the weather was perfect … cloudy and on the chilly side. I let the kids loose to play in the large grassy area. Right away, ABoy found the largest sticks in PoCo and started slaying the local dragons. When I told him we were at a blueberry farm where the bushes were bending to the ground with the weight of the biggest juiciest berries he would ever see … he left the local population to deal with the fiery beasts on their own and started stuffing his mouth with the sweet blues.

I was amazed to see that some of the four-year olds as well as eight-year olds were doing really well filling up their parents folks. I was less impressed with my demands onto my children to start earning their keep. KGirl informed me that she is too busy doing her work. I asked what that might be and she said … “being a kid, so playing is my work.” She was in heaven with her accomplices around. The guilty parties: Lela and Makonnen, Andrew and Isabel, Megan and Linus, and of course ABoy. Alas, after they dined on the blueberries they were off to chase hummingbirds and dragonflies and play hide and seek in the jungle.

story time at Richard's

Andrew reading to Kaia and Lela while patiently waiting for sushi.

The sun came up and I started to sweat. I also became quite aware that I picked the low bushes and not the tall ones. I am quite tall for those of you who don’t know me. My back was really sore. But, I managed to pick 15 pounds of berries on my own, over some spillage and two thieving monkeys.

My friend Jane brought home-made sushi, cut into perfect size for the kids to share. Margaret made yummy vegan chocolate chip banana mini muffins, and I … just mixed some cashews with dried currants and raw cocoa nibs, and glued it together with maple syrup. Of course we all finished it with a healthy dose of … blueberries. 🙂

Julie hung out with us and was very attentive as a hostess. She even offered to feed us! Which we politely declined as to not put more strain on her household. It was enough that we over-ran her house. 🙂

We topped the loot with a dozen of free-range eggs from the next door house.

I am looking forward to the next time. I hope there will be at least one more time this summer.

I really highly recommend this little farm. Julie rocks.

Thanks to Julie and Mandy, Adam and Jane, Margaret and Frank, Nicole, and Cindy. And of course to all the kids. It was a blast.

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