10. Find Your Mama Tribe: You will make friends. I mean you actually will make friends. The place is teeming with moms. They even have mom to mom contact cards lying around so that you can easily exchange contact information with the people you meet and want to see again. The atmosphere is tailored to celebrate all of the beauty in motherhood, to bring moms together who are in similar places in their parenting journey and to strengthen bonds between us. You’d think it was like a party for moms or something. Oh, wait… [Read more…]
The Impact of Mothers on the Breastfeeding Community
I was just browsing the MommyCon page enjoying the memories of a couple weeks ago when I saw this photo and its caption. I am 100% sure that the Admin who posted this does not know how amazing it is that they coupled this woman with their shout out about my appearance at the convention. THIS woman. [Read more…]
I Don’t Need Your Authority and MommyCon Chicago March 1, 2014
I can’t believe it has only been a year since I made my MommyCon debut! The Badass Breastfeeder has grown by leaps and bounds since the day I hobbled atop shaky legs to the front of a room full of like-minded Mamas to talk about nursing in public. I promised that room full of Moms an army of the world’s most powerful and important people. This army has grown more than 5 fold since that day and we are as serious, passionate and strong as ever. [Read more…]
Notes from a Lousy Photographer (MommyCon Los Angeles, 2013)
By Josh Wilker
In my defense, it’s not very easy to take good pictures or videos while holding a wriggling human megaphone.
“Too youd!” yelled this human megaphone, also known as my two-year-old son, Jack. I was aiming my phone at his mom. You can’t tell in the resulting blurry photo, but Abby was up on a stage at the Los Angeles Convention Center, speaking through a microphone to a large room full of mothers and babies (and a few stunned fathers). Jack was right, it was pretty youd. The sound hit me as a good thing, the wide, warm buzz of people coming together, but Jack disagreed.
“Go! This! Way!” he yelled. He spiked each syllable with a jerking full-body wiggle in the direction of the closest exit. (He views me primarily as a mule he can steer with his wiggles.) I tried to stand my ground for a moment and took a four-second video of my sneakers.
