Today might be the most important holiday of the year.
Happy Mother’s Day to the best mother and mother-in-law a girl could ever imagine.

I love you!
When I saw the new issue of Time Magazine, my first thought was – “Hey! That could have been me!”

I’m just glad I wasn’t asked to pose for this cover, as I’m not sure if I would have done it.
In fact I know I wouldn’t have.
I love it. And I don’t love it.
Even though I know it’s meant for shock value and will cause an insane media firestorm, I’ll take it. Anytime the public sees a picture of a mother breastfeeding her child, it becomes more normal, less shocking.
I recently heard a popular, late night, shock loving, WOMAN talk show host say, “If you’re kid is old enough to ask for it, it’s time to stop.” Oh how original.
I haven’t read the article and I am presuming it doesn’t paint attachment parenting in the best light, especially considering this image has nothing to do with attachment parenting. But I love that attention is brought to breastfeeding a child beyond infancy.
I have friends and family who continue to nurse into the third and fourth year, and they are not hippies living on a commune. But you wouldn’t know who they are- we don’t see them, and they don’t talk about it. The kids usually don’t ask to nurse in public, and the whole scenario is a bit taboo. Maybe with this conversation starting, it will become less so.
And my hope is that the public will see this and then be less shocked when they see a nursing baby, as the pendulum swings.
I recently had two separate encounters where women made me feel uncomfortable about breastfeeding my baby. And as publicly outspoken about the benefits of breastfeeding as I am, I always use a nursing cover and am as discreet about it as I can be. This is the world we live in, and even though I have to see barely covered breasts on the covers of magazines in the checkout line at the supermarket, people are uncomfortable watching a mother use breasts to feed a baby. Whatever.
But I don’t love this cover shot, because the truth is we still live in a country where it is not the norm to nurse past 6 months (only 23 percent of moms are still nursing beyond this age), and that three year old boy had no say in the photo. He has privacy rights too, which is the very reason I never show photos with my kids faces in any of my articles.
I’m pretty sure that boy will resent his mother for a long time. Especially when he goes to middle school.
What do you think?
In honor of Mother’s Day…
“I believe that infants and babies whose mothers give them Loving comfort whenever and however they can are truly the fortunate ones. I think they’re more likely to find life’s times of trouble manageable, and I think they may also turn out to be the adults most able to pass loving concern along to the generations that follow after them.” – Mister Rogers
“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” -Abraham Lincoln
Recommend virtue to your children; it alone, not money, can make them happy. I speak from experience; this was what upheld me in time of misery.” -Ludwig van Beethoven
“Most people’s mothers are the most influential person in their life. But my mother survived the [concentration] camps, and she was very strong. She made me strong, but she wanted me to be strong. That’s more important.” -Diane von Furstenberg
“When Valentina was not even 1 month old, my aunt [gave me the best advice]: ‘Put her to sleep yourself every night. Sing to her and cradle her in your arms and sit by her side — every night. Because one day you won’t be able to, and it’s going to happen really fast.” -Salma Hayek
“Before you have kids, when you’re on a plane and there’s a screaming kid, all you can think is, Give me earplugs! As soon as I became a mom, though, I got it. You find yourself asking, ‘What can I do? You want me to hold him?’ Because you think about the time your kids was screaming, and there was the one parent who looked at you and smiled. And that compassion was everything.” -Mariska Hargitay
Perhaps the number one complaint I hear about organic food is that it is too expensive.
I always respond with the oft used health counselor line- “Yes, but you either pay for the quality, non-toxic food now, or pay doctor and hospital bills in the future.”
This is truly the way my family eats and lives, and we shop with wild abandon at a store many people call “whole paycheck.” Maybe we’ve been spoiled by the 365 brand or their amazing Friday sales, but I don’t find Whole Foods to be more expensive than conventional grocery stores- I will say they offer such a great assortment of clothing, cosmetics, books, toys, and food that it’s easy to spend your whole paycheck there, but not because of the price of food alone.
It is one thing when you really can’t afford real food. And yes, it can be expensive to buy the best quality available. But I have a hard time understanding how people spend their money freely in other areas of their lives, but just because they can get cheap food, they do. It reminds me of those who can afford pretty much anything but will only go to doctors covered by their insurance, even if another provider would be a better option. Priorities, people, priorities!
But I digress.
The other day, I found I needed a bit of course correction myself. As I was perusing the delicious produce section, in search of some new fruits and veggies to offer my baby, I came upon my all time favorite. Papaya. And this wasn’t just any papaya. This was organic papaya from Hawaii- the best of the best.
But then I saw the price.
FIVE DOLLARS each? No thanks! I promptly texted a pic to my sister who recently moved from Hawaii with the caption-
“WHATEVER! $5 for a papaya?”
She responds- “oooh Sunrise- those are the best!”
“I know, but on principle I am not spending $5 on one papaya!”
“They’re expensive in Hawaii, too.”
“I know, but not FIVE DOLLARS!”
“True…” She texts, realizing I won’t back down.
So I put it back, shopped some more, spent more than I had planned to anyway, and left.
Next stop… Starbucks!
Can someone please hit me over the head? Never mind- I get it. I have no problem spending close to five dollars on a latte, or macchiato, or whatever I fancy in the moment, but I wouldn’t spend $5 on a juicy piece of fruit grown in the Hawaiian sunshine, bursting with flavor, vitamin C, vitamin A, folate, potassium, fiber, digestive enzymes, vitamin E and vitamin K. Not to mention my absolute favorite, first thing I eat when we go to Hawaii, nothing compares to them, favorite.
And something I would gladly share with my baby- unlike the sugar, milk, decaf and flavor syrup of the latte.
So I rushed back to the store as fast as I could, truly worried at this point that there would be a “run on Whole Foods” and all of my glorious papaya would be gone.
Thankfully, not the case.
Aaahhh. Now I have a fresh perspective, zero judgement, renewed priorities, and a fabulous piece of fruit.
For weeks I have had Being Elmo: A Puppeteer’s Journey queued up on my “to watch” list. It took me a while because if I have the time to watch a movie it means the babies are sleeping, and who wants to watch a movie about Elmo after the babies have gone to sleep?
But I absolutely love biographies and hearing people’s stories.
Kevin Clash‘s did not disappoint.
A major theme became evident as I watched his life’s story unfold.
The unwavering support of his parents
Kevin was entranced by puppets from a very young age, and his parents did not discourage this. His mom said everyone was always telling her he should be outside, or playing basketball. But, she said, making puppets “was a talent that he had and he loved it.”
Dan Allender, in his book How Children Raise Parents, writes, “If we want to be good parents, we must learn how to read our children. And that requires learning how to listen to our children- one of life’s most difficult, most demanding tasks.” He goes on to say we should study our children and guide them in the direction of their natural bent.
Kevin Clash’s parents did this well.
As it turns out, he studied them too, and their characteristics are personified in Elmo. Clash admits that Elmo is his parents- “Elmo is like my dad, very imaginative and creative. And Elmo is also like my mother. The ball of fire that Elmo is, my mom is like that, a lot of energy and excitement about life.”

“Being Elmo” gave me renewed appreciation for Sesame Street as a whole and encouraged my role as a mother in guiding my children to follow their dreams.
“There’s always going to be someone saying to you that you might not succeed…there’s always going to be some type of obstacle in the way. All of those things will go away if you really focus on what makes you happy.”
And through Elmo, Kevin Clash brings happiness to millions of children all over this world.