I near-constantly sit in awe of the natural birth and attachment parenting community.
I have never met more open, caring women as home birthing/natural birthing, baby-wearing, breastfeeding, bed-sharing, intactivist (just say no to genital mutilation), non-vaccing moms.
We write blog posts about how to stand up for ourselves (and our children).
Whether it be to women choosing to birth how and where they want or any of the above topics mentioned, the natural mothers I am associated with are top dogs at providing top notch information to thinking women.
There are pregnancy blogs, birthing blogs, postpartum blogs, cesarean section blogs and many more.
But there is one type of blog I haven’t yet seen.
And I think it’s a vitally important piece that is missing from the scene.
Where is the blog that teaches parents how to be better parents?
I know you might be thinking this is a fine line to cross.
Because what is a better parent?
Let me back up and tell you a little story.
The story has to do with the title of this blog post. It explains why we (our society – the world!) needs a Band of Mothers.
I was in Meijer with my grandmother and my daughter Ella.
First of all, I can’t stand Meijer.
Or Target, or Walmart or the mall or any other super market kind of store. Too big. Too crowded. Too cheap.
Anyway so, I was counting down the minutes until we could leave. At the register, I paused to notice I didn’t see any plumber bum, didn’t hear any children crying at the top of their lungs.
Oh but I spoke too soon. I was almost in the clear when…
We were about to walk out the door when in walk big mama with her blue eyeliner applied too think up to her eyebrows in hot pink shorts and a tank top that fit her 10 years ago.
Daughter to her left side, meek and wearing glasses.
I’m unaware of what the little girl, (I’m guessing 7?) had done to deserve the hard spank I watched her receive from her mother.
She started to cry.
“Dry it up!” her mother shrieked, forcefully grabbing her little girl’s arm.
Did that really just happen? Right in front of me? In public? Dry it up??
I stared in disbelief.
As we walked back to the car I told my grandmother that is why I hate going to Meijer, and why I will never go again.
It’s not the first time I have witnessed this kind of barbaric and abusive parenting and it wasn’t the last.
It’s impossible to escape completely, as hard as I try.
Which lead to the thought I had while nursing Ella Rose down to bed last night. We need to find a way to protect these children. To educate their parents. We need a band of mothers (unfortunately the URL is already taken).
We need to speak up against the public humiliation of children.
I say this and it seems like such an upward battle, and one we will most often fight alone, not with a band of super hero moms at our side.
These kind of things really get to me. I thought about that event for days afterward, feeling sad for that little girl…and powerless to do anything about it.
How do you cope? What do you do? What can we do?