My daughter was christened on Saturday. It was a really truly, lovely day. My old school friend who blogs at the 'wardrobe of words' was godmother, along with my sister-in-law. My husband's pal was godfather. After the service we went to the local village hall for my stressfully produced buffet (thank heavens for the female rellies that mucked in too).
Now, at my son's christening I had been very thankful that he had not demanded a feed. I remember being worried about having to feed in front of everybody, my nearest and dearest. Feeding in front of strangers is one thing, but in front of your closest friends and family I think it is a little harder. This time was a different matter. For one thing, my daughter was a little younger, which I think made me more comfortable in terms of other people's expectations of our feeding habits. But also, I also am far more relaxed anyway. So, when girly started to get fraxious, tired and hungry (she tried to latch on to my face) I just grabbed my shawl and snuggled her up.
At my table was my uncle. Lets call him 'Uncle Sy' (anyone related to me should now know who I'm talking about). Uncle Sy looked at me feeding and said
'So, you still got the juice then?' Now, me and Uncle Sy have a fairly friendly relationship. We don't see much of each other since he lives over 100 miles away, but we have always had a natural friendship. You know, he's just one of those people who is easy to get on with, a nice guy. It helps that we're not dissimilar in age, him being married to my Dad's youngest sister. Nonetheless, this question seemed a bit...forward. I thought I must have misheard him.
'Sorry?' I said.
'Have you still got the juice?'
'Um....' I felt a bit uncomfortable. I may be fairly blase about breastfeeding but this did seem a bit much 'yeah, I have.'
'Well done mate' said Uncle Sy.
Now, thank goodness I did not say any more. I could have launched into a speech about how I had fed my son for 15 months, how it was easier this time around, how I am training as a mother supporter - all kinds of things. But luckily, through confusion, I was quiet for once.
'Yeah, one's gone broody now' said my husband was sitting next to Sy. OK, now I was confused. My brain started to catch up with my ears and I realised that what Uncle Sy had actually asked was 'So, you still got the chooks then', because I keep chickens. I felt a sudden sense of relief to discover that Uncle Sy wasn't a complete weirdo.
So here's my advice, people generally aren't that weird, so if you think they are make absolutely certain before you make a fool of yourself. And make sure you listen carefully to what people say to you :)
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