I don’t think of myself as a prude by any means. I am a staunch supporter of breastfeeding babies, and have done so with two of my three daughters. Breastfeeders? More power to you.
But do I want to watch my six year old breastfeeding a baby doll? I’m not so sure. There is a poster hanging above my desk that my husband – in one of his more “idiot husband” moves – purchased while on vacation. In the poster, he is Hercules, and Granuaile – age 2 or 3 – is whoever the female Hercules counterpart is (Xena? Wonder Woman? Hootie McBoobs?). The poster disturbs me on many levels, not the least of which is the fact that my seriously balding husband has a head of long, thick, ponytail-able hair. But the thing that bothers me most is that every time I glance up, my three year old is staring at me over the top of her D cup boobs.
So, while I certainly think children should know about breastfeeding, and how it’s mommy’s job to make sure the baby has everything they need, I’m not sure I’m ready to carry on a conversation with my little girl about engorgement; leaking breasts; or the inevitable saggy boobs.
Or am I taking this too far?
You decide. I think I like it better when baby doll milk comes from the little plastic bottles, where the milk disappears when you tip it upside down.