As crazy as my own entrance into this world was (I was born in the van on the way to the hospital), I suppose it’s only fitting that my son came with as much fanfare. No one wishes for a dramatic birth, but that’s just what I got with my first child.
I know, I know. If I truly loved my family I would only buy and serve organic food. At least that’s what magazines and social media tell us…and the hipsters who randomly get interviewed on the street who couldn’t tell you what the word ‘organic’ even means. Before you throw the rotten, non-organic tomatoes, let me share with you why I don’t always buy organic food.
My mom raised us four kids to be healthy eaters. She didn’t do it because of research or text book rules. She just did it because that was our way of life. This isn’t the only way, but this is the how my Mom raised healthy eaters.
I’ve got nothing against love. It’s a beautiful thing! But I’m not the flaunting type. I get uncomfortable with exaggerated declarations of love when a simple declaration evokes just as many butterflies. So it may or may not be a shocker to you why we skip Valentine’s Day.
I stayed home from church with my boy who has a cold. Yep, just a piddly cold. With relief I say that I no longer have to ask myself, “Should I stay home with my sick kid?” I know the answer the minute he gets sick.