Posted on | October 3, 2012 | 15 Comments
Yesterday afternoon, I had a chat with a fellow blogger about what horrible mothers we are. See, I love my kid… I love him with fiery ferocity and I would throw myself in front of a train if he were in danger… but that doesn’t always translate into Gwenyth Paltrow-esque decisions around the house.
Truth be told, my fruits and veggies are not always organic. Because organic might be better, but organic is also very, very expensive. So for the price of two organic apples, I can buy a dozen shitty mommy apples… and a dozen shitty mommy apples last longer than two organic ones. I buy Motts for Tots juices for my child because he loves them. I cut them with about 3/4 water and 1/4 juice and I pat myself on the back for it because it’s not Hi-C and it’s not Hawaiian Punch. But is it all natural organic straight from the apple? Nope. Because I can buy two jars of Motts for Tots for the same cost as a small jug of organic hand-squeezed apple juice picked by tender baby fingers. I use paper towels, even though I MEAN to use cloth towels. I almost never remember to bring my reusable shopping bag to the grocery store but hey, I reuse the plastic bags for picking up poop… so there’s that. My car is not a Hybrid. I wear leather shoes. I sometimes throw cans away instead of in the recycling because I forget that I have a recycling trash can.
I want to do better… I just forget. And yeah, I know the dangers of genetically modified foods… but you know what else?
I CAN NOT AFFORD TO FEED HIM SOLELY ORGANIC FOODS.
I’m a little tired of feeling like I’m a crappy mother because I don’t do things the “right” way according to the latest study or the most recent Pinterest idea. I’m over being afraid to put my groceries on the counter behind Suzie Sweetness with her home-made canvas grocery tote full of six all-organic ingredients that will couple with her vegetable garden out back to make a perfectly well-balanced meal. I’m tired of getting told on Facebook, and Twitter, and over email that everything I’m doing, no matter what it is, is full on wrong in every way and destined to create, in my child, an overweight, angry, ADD person with no empathy and no ability to … I don’t know… see the letter “P”.
I mean, yeah, we all know juice isn’t as good for a kid as water, but it’s a shit ton better than soda or beer, so can I at least pat myself on the back for that? Everytime I realize I’ve thrown away a plastic bottle, I feel REALLY bad… it’s not intentional… it just happens sometimes. I know that there are better ways, better foods, better methods of being all natural and all awesome and I’m full on envious of those of you who can do it. But not everyone has a vegetable garden out back and not everyone has the financial ability or the right living location to purchase foods directly from the grower. Know what else? Not everyone has the time to cook a meal at night. Some of us have to cook on the weekends and hope it stretches and if it doesn’t? Guess who’s kid is eating Mac ‘N Cheese from the organic-ish cardboard box?
I do the best I can over here. We all are doing the best we can. And those of you who are able to do the all-organic thing? I find that epic and awesome. Those of us who can’t but who supplement the best we can? I think that’s awesome, too. Because, for the most part, none of us are setting out to poison our children and ruin their lives. So if we could stop being force-fed a bunch of articles on what sucks about our parenting, that would be awesome, mmmkay?