I'm a Breastfeeder
I was waiting for an oat latte when a man came in and ordered an oat cappuccino. He also ordered a pain au chocolat which was sitting devilishly close to my raison d’être, The Croissant. I had decided not to order my flakey little friend today but his decision encouraged me to change my mind. I told the man it was his order that pushed me over the edge. He was was slender in stature too and smiled, saying neither of us had anything to worry about with our morning snacks.
I was juggling my yoga mat and toddler and looking marginally sporty. He asked me what I did for fitness. I took my latte from the barista and replied, “I do yoga and I breastfeed.” He laughed a laugh of total surprise. “Nothing burns calories like making milk,” I said. “I don’t think it’s going to become an Olympic sport anytime soon though,” he said thoughtfully. I agreed.
I added my coffee and croissant to the juggling act and left the cafe imagining the Breastfeeding Olympics but more like an elementary school open day where you get a ribbon just for showing up, just for trying, just for being there with your boobs out.