I hyphenated my name when I got married several years ago. The decision got an eyebrow raise from my HR director at work. "Oh, you're one of THOSE women," was his comment. "Yep, I guess I am," was my response.
Then yesterday my mother-in-law and I planned to run an errand and go out to eat - something I have not been able to do as frequently as I used to since the birth of Baby G. I was really looking forward to some time out of the house, and I believe that it is important for G-Man to get use to being out and about as well.
As it turns out our errand lasted much, much longer than anticipated because of a very kind, very talkative woman, and of course, by the time we were ready to go to lunch it was feeding time for the babe. I had to make a decision. Should we turn around and abort our lunch plans so I could nurse the little guy at home, or should I bite the bullet and feed him in public?
I decided to live up to the reputation that, apparently, in the eyes of my HR director, a hyphenated name affords. I feed the little guy in public...in a restaurant (gasp)!
I felt liberated. My mother-in-law and I had a very nice lunch, and so did Baby G. If people were offended by the fact that I fed my baby while managing to show LESS skin than seen plastered over all media outlets...well, I didn't care. I was just glad to have a break from my house.
