I want to be sitting at a restaurant.
Nursing my baby.
Drinking my fancy cup of coffee.
Eating my danish.
Reading my National Geographic.
Minding my own business.
I want the manager to approach me.
Tell me that I need to "cover up".
I want to whip out my iPhone and show that manager it is well within my legal right to nurse my baby while I read my magazine, drink my coffee and eat my danish inside his restaurant.
I want to stand up for nursing mothers and let him know our babies can drink their mama's milk wherever they damn well please.
I want to go to The Leaky B@@b and let other mamas know I was harassed.
I want to hear collective wisdom.
I want to hear anecdotes.
I want to organize a nurse-in.
I want to spread the word of my nurse-in far and wide.
I want newspapers.
I want news crews.
I want publicity.
I want mamas.
I want babies.
I want toddlers.
Could we even be so lucky to have a few tandem nurslings in the crowd?
I want to inundate that restaurant.
I want to show the manager and other patrons that breastfeeding is normal.
I want to be harassed.