Parenting Advice from a Naked Mom
I witnessed an interesting exchange a few years ago, that has since stuck with me as a powerful lesson in parenting, femininity and re-evaluating one’s assumptions:
I was at a nude hot springs, in the mountains in middle of nowhere. A beautiful spot, where people strip down to the skin and bathe in holes in the earth filled with deliciously warm mineral water.
A woman was there, in unabashed post-baby curvitude, with her five-year-old daughter, who splashed in the water and gabbled non-stop, unfazed by the pendulous flesh of the naked bathers around her.
Another woman was chatting with this mother. She said:
“I think it’s so terrific that you bring your daughter to a place like this, to a nude hot springs.”
“Oh,” the mother replied emphatically. “Of course I bring her here. I wouldn’t want her to grow up modest!!”
I’m telling you people, the way she said modest – the scorn and derision and judgment she poured into that word that had been worshiped and revered by every female authority figure of my childhood – it was a terrific eye opener.
What place does “modesty” have, in your post-religious life?Printable Version