Just yesterday, the wonderful actress Julianne Moore came over to shoot a short video supporting our Moms Clean Air Force campaign to stop air pollution. (Go, Moms! I was thrilled. More on this later. But this post is about something else entirely.)
I caught up with Julianne’s three books about the adorable Freckleface Strawberry, a girl who sorts out her feelings about herself and her friends, for young readers. Freckleface is based on Julianne’s childhood memories–and the books are really about how children develop moral compasses.
Julianne’s new book is Freckleface Strawberry: Best Friends Forever. One of Freckleface’s friends has two moms. He feels “different” from other kids in many ways, as of course, he is. Aren’t we all?
I have friends, a married couple, who have just had twins. These two moms could not be more thrilled–and more exhausted. As you can imagine. They live far from me, in a state I don’t visit often. I only recently caught up with them.
I was stunned to hear stories about the kinds of things they have to deal with now–what they confront when they go out for walks with the babies in the stroller. Relative strangers–people who live nearby but who are not at all friends–feel they have the right to stop them and ask all sorts of inappropriate questions. One is particularly aggressive.
“So, who’s the father?”
“Where’d you get the sperm?”
“Do you have any genetic relationship with these children?” was another question, first for one mom, then the other.
“What is your relationship to these babies?”
Even the young nanny–who is incredulous, and aghast, at this treatment–gets stopped and pumped for information, behind the moms’ backs.