Everyone knows Jesus breastfed. But naturally some special interest group wants to complain that there aren’t any scenes of him doing so, so up in arms they go… milking their cause for every drop they can squeeze from the teat…
At its heartwarming core, Christmas is the story of a birth: the tender relationship between a new mother and her newborn child. Indeed, that maternal bond between the Virgin Mary and the baby Jesus has resonated so deeply across the centuries that depicting the blessed intimacy of the first Noel has become an integral part of the Christmas industry. Yet all the familiar scenes associated with the holy family today – creches and church pageants, postage stamps and holiday cards – are also missing an obvious element of the mother-child connection that modern Christians are apparently happy to do without: a breast-feeding infant.
The essayist then goes on to attempt an explanation but I have a simpler one: folk know it happens and they don’t need to see it. Folk know people go to the bathroom but who wants to watch someone do it? No one, that’s who. Folk know their parents and grandparents must have carnal relations from time to time but who among us wants to think about it? That’s right, no one.
Every aspect of life needn’t be on display. Happily and merrily feed your little one but kindly don’t plop the feeding tube out whilst in public. No one’s interested in your self-aggrandizing displays. Especially, yes ESPECIALLY if you’re Mary, the Mother of Our Lord.