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20 Ways I Fall Short as a Crunchy Mom
- I chose the hospital for my kids’ births. With epidurals, of course. I truly appreciated the gleaming medical equipment, the white coats, and the comfort of modern pain relief. It may not suit everyone, but it was my choice.
- Disposable diapers? Guilty as charged. Let’s be honest; the thought of rinsing out baby poop is far from appealing.
- I don’t concoct my own jams and jellies from organically grown raspberries. My life is already a circus without adding that to the mix.
- Yes, my kids do have plastic toys. They seem to prefer rocks, sticks, and toilet-paper rolls anyway, so it’s kind of a waste.
- We’re all about vaccinations here, and yes, we follow our pediatrician’s schedule. Shocking, I know, but it works for us.
- Co-sleeping? Nope. I need my sleep to function as a parent, and let’s be real, if I’m not well-rested, chaos ensues.
- Sometimes I forget my reusable bags. I can sense the judgment in the checkout line, and I often resort to saying I “forgot” rather than the truth of my absent-mindedness.
- If our survival depended on growing our own food, we’d be in big trouble. “I forgot to water the garden again” would become our family motto.
- Velveeta cheese is my guilty pleasure. It’s a melty delight I can’t resist. Let’s keep this secret from my local commune leader, shall we?
- I practice yoga, but my main goal is to tone up my backside. When asked for my intention in class, I’m usually thinking about tightening my buns.
- We’re neither vegan nor vegetarian. Bacon is a staple in our household, and we unapologetically put it on everything.
- We watch shows, movies, and everything Netflix. We don’t own a television because ours broke, but we have plenty of other devices to keep entertained.
- Shoes? Yes, I wear those most days. And bras too, especially when I’m venturing out.
- Soap is a part of my life; I must confess, I don’t shower every day (please don’t come after me!), but soap is in the mix.
- Grinding my own grain for bread? That’s a foreign concept to me. I wouldn’t even know where to start!
- I don’t buy into the idea that coconut oil is a cure-all. It’s probably only a remedy for half the things.
- When illness strikes, we consult a doctor. I trust that they genuinely want to help us feel better.
- Homeschooling? Not happening. My kids thank me every day for sending them to public school, where they hop on a bus and come back with plenty of stories.
- Brewer’s yeast pretending to be popcorn seasoning? No, just no. Yeast on popcorn is a culinary crime.
- And yes, I’ve never ventured into the realm of making kale chips. I can practically hear the commune members gasping in horror.
I’m aware that my approach to parenting might not fit the “crunchy” mold, but I embrace what works for me. So, dear friends, let’s keep the conversation going—just maybe skip the invitations to your placenta parties!
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In summary, I may not embody the traditional image of a crunchy mom, but I navigate parenthood in my own unique way, and I’m proud of it.