Last spring I was sitting in the park with my 16-ish-month old, enjoying a playdate with another mama and babe.
It had been at least twenty minutes since we had offered our babies anything to eat, so of course we whipped out some snacks.
Now if you don’t have a toddler (well if you don’t have a toddler this may not be a very interesting story, but as long as you’re still reading…) you might not know this, but: your snacks Say A Lot About You.
Oh, they shouldn’t, I know. But we’re all looking. What did she bring? Who has the pre-packaged added-sugar stuff? Who has the all-natural co-op stuff? And who has the homemade-from-scratch stuff?
We’re not judging, you understand–well, at least not each other. We are judging ourselves. We’re seeing how our choices, our efforts, our abilities, stack up against our peers.
Anyway, there we were on the blanket. And my mama-friend whips out homemade sweet potato chips.
Boom. Just like that. Homemade sweet potato chips, on a random weekday afternoon (in a mason jar, no less!).
Immediately it started in my head–I should make my own vegetable chips! Why don’t I make my own vegetable chips? What is wrong with me? I am clearly a failure mother.
Don’t worry, this story has a happy ending.
I don’t really think I am an awful mother because I occasionally buy Terra chips. That would be ridiculous (there is a lot of ridiculous in this brain of mine but I have to clamp it down somewhere.)
My point is, someone somewhere is always going to be doing more than us in any given area–more made-from-scratch, more crunchy, more environmentally-conscious, more compassionate, more songs. Whatever.
I think I shared a while ago that I started making my own laundry detergent. I thought it would be good to save money and know what was going onto our clothes and our bodies. I bought all the stuff and I poured and mixed. It was great, I felt good and it worked fine.
Until one sunday night when we had to have clean laundry the next morning and we were out of laundry soap. And it was way past sacred-mama-bedtime and I’m in the basement mixing up vinegar and what-have-you and thinking I wish I just had a freaking box of laundry soap.
Lesson learned: homemade laundry soap is not worth it to me. (Dishwasher soap on the other hand? Super-easy and totally worth it.)
Sure you can make your own christmas presents, your own laundry soap, carve wooden toys for your children, and can your own tomato sauce from tomatoes grown in your own garden. But do you really want to?
I guess all I’m saying is I’m as crunchy as the next crunchy vegan mama (well, the next crunchy vegan mama who still loves leather boots)…and yet I have to draw the line somewhere.
As it turns out my line is at veggie chips and laundry soap–those go solidly into the “buy at the store” category for me.
All our lines are different. I say: do what feels right to you, what you care about, or what is fun for you. Other times, it’s just not worth it.
So tell me, where’s your line?
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