Recently, Tumblr person gazelledeerdoe asked a question about breastfeeding. She’s not a mom, so her question to me (in response to one of my posts) was innocent—she genuinely didn’t know what breastfeeding mothers put up with. I felt our exchange was funny and lighthearted, and she now understands their plight.
Unfortunately, because of her initial question, she’s now getting a flood of hate messages, including at least one person who suggested that she kill herself.
I know my original post has gone into the Tumblr ether, so asking folks who may be just now discovering it to stop attacking this girl is like screaming into a hurricane. But, I’m gonna do it anyway.
FUCKING STOP HARASSING THIS GIRL!
And, if any of you care, please send her a non-anon message of support. Let her know the anon haters are the worst kind of cowards, not worth her time or energy. The people who matter are the ones who show their face, who understand we’re all learning and who support the blameless.
I think I left the anon option on from the last time I fielded questions. So, why not ask or tell me something? No topic is off-limits, but I tend to delete submissions from:
I may or may not have let our boys stay up WAAAAAAAAY past their bedtime last night for the sole purpose of beating a level on the Lego Batman 2 game to earn the Superman character.
In related news: We can now play as Superman.
Wyatt gets out of bed every night after we say goodnight. Like, every night. Multiple times. This is normal, all kids do it. I know. But, last night it led to a revelation for him.
As I said goodnight, I urged Wyatt to stay in bed. I added that him repeatedly getting up to make unnecessary requests of us was one of the reasons we haven’t stacked their beds into bunk beds. (It’s not entirely true, but I thought I’d try it.)
A little while later, Wyatt came down and asked us if he could sleep in Boone’s bed. We have no problem with that and even told him before that he didn’t have to ask, that he can work that out with his brother. We noticed, however, that as he talked to us his demeanor changed and his breath caught in his throat a couple of times.
My wife asked, “Wyatt, are you trying not to cry?”
Wyatt said, “Yes, because Boone’s in the room crying right now.”
“Why is he crying?” I asked, assuming the answer would be because he was alone upstairs or something.
“Are we not going to stack the beds because I got out of bed?” Wyatt asked in reply.
We saw what was going on. He didn’t remember whether or not he was allowed to sleep in his brother’s bed, so he wanted to ask permission (and, yes, it was an excuse to get out of bed). But, Boone thought that meant we’d never stack the beds. And as Wyatt was talking to us, he realized what he’d done, how he’d upset his brother.
I went upstairs to calm Boone, told him we’d stack the beds when everyone was ready. Wyatt laid in bed next to him, still processing his realization.
They were both pretty tired, so I’m sure that contributed to the emotions he felt at the moment. But, I love that their love for each other means they shed genuine tears when the other is upset.