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You don’t need an inner city to have a ghetto

12.02.09 | breastfeeding | 24 Comments

We spent a few hours tonight getting ready for our first Sunday in the new church building. It’s a fine building. Predictable, presentable facade, wide hallways, new carpet smell, pristine chalkboards. It’s only a street away from our house, surrounded by a lake of asphalt just waiting to be rollerskated on by happy children.

We organized our supplies in first one cabinet and then the right one. I trailed along as classrooms were assigned and hymn books were stacked. And then I saw a sign for “Restroom. Mother’s Room.” You walk through the restroom to get to the Mother’s Room. So all the stink is in one place, joked my friend. The place of eating has the place of pooping as an antechamber.

I’m not even nursing right now, don’t even know if I’ll have another baby. But as God is my witness, if He does send me another child to nourish and nurture, I will not be sitting in a small room off the bathroom to breastfeed.

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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