When we first moved to WI almost 6 years ago, I reached out to a local group to meet other moms. I heard that many of them were under the impression that my family NEVER eats fast food. I had to come clean as this just was not the case.
Yes, I am against GMO foods.
Yes, I am a Weston A. Price Foundation chapter leader.
Yes, I strive for as much organic, local food as our budget allows.
Yes, I try to make as much as possible from scratch.
Yes, I make our body products, cleaning products, herbal medicines, use essential oils, a chiropractor, homeopathy...for crying out loud the Facebook quiz I took said I was "The Queen of Crunchy!"
What I'm not is the mom that drives her kids through the drive-thru just to toss the happy meal in the trash.
What I am is a mom that knows I can't control everything.
My kids have been away from me, visiting grandparents on the east coast and eating fast food. They have come to me and told me how eating that much made them feel awful. We talk about that and they remember this.
We have been on toll roads with a car full of screaming kids with only the rest stops to feed them. We have traveled on planes and all we had to feed our starving crew was fast food at the airport.
My kids will grow up and have to make their own choices about the food they put in their bodies. Where I am coming from is a place where I have seen how being very strict had a tragic outcome. I worry that by making certain foods completely off limits might lead my kids to go crazy when they get out there on their own. Yes, we talk about how this is not good for us. They understand how the grass fed beef, pastured chickens and eggs, raw milk, and all of our fermented foods nourish us. Yes, I have been that parent whose child is eating cake at a friend's birthday party and looks up and asks, "Is this organic?" My kids help me ferment, soak nuts, make sourdough bread, and pull the bones out of the broth. If on the rare occasion my husband feels overwhelmed while I am at work and wants to take the kids out for dinner, so be it. If we are traveling and there is nothing else to eat, so be it. I am hoping that by raising kids who love to be in the kitchen and know how to feed themselves, they will understand that junk food is something saved for the rare occasion or last resort.
So, there you have it. I am not perfect. I do my best and that is all that I can do.
Yes, I am against GMO foods.
Yes, I am a Weston A. Price Foundation chapter leader.
Yes, I strive for as much organic, local food as our budget allows.
Yes, I try to make as much as possible from scratch.
Yes, I make our body products, cleaning products, herbal medicines, use essential oils, a chiropractor, homeopathy...for crying out loud the Facebook quiz I took said I was "The Queen of Crunchy!"
What I'm not is the mom that drives her kids through the drive-thru just to toss the happy meal in the trash.
What I am is a mom that knows I can't control everything.
My kids have been away from me, visiting grandparents on the east coast and eating fast food. They have come to me and told me how eating that much made them feel awful. We talk about that and they remember this.
We have been on toll roads with a car full of screaming kids with only the rest stops to feed them. We have traveled on planes and all we had to feed our starving crew was fast food at the airport.
My kids will grow up and have to make their own choices about the food they put in their bodies. Where I am coming from is a place where I have seen how being very strict had a tragic outcome. I worry that by making certain foods completely off limits might lead my kids to go crazy when they get out there on their own. Yes, we talk about how this is not good for us. They understand how the grass fed beef, pastured chickens and eggs, raw milk, and all of our fermented foods nourish us. Yes, I have been that parent whose child is eating cake at a friend's birthday party and looks up and asks, "Is this organic?" My kids help me ferment, soak nuts, make sourdough bread, and pull the bones out of the broth. If on the rare occasion my husband feels overwhelmed while I am at work and wants to take the kids out for dinner, so be it. If we are traveling and there is nothing else to eat, so be it. I am hoping that by raising kids who love to be in the kitchen and know how to feed themselves, they will understand that junk food is something saved for the rare occasion or last resort.
So, there you have it. I am not perfect. I do my best and that is all that I can do.
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