When my friend and I were in high school, long before kids were ever really a thought in my mind, other than “someday,” we would sit around and talk about how cool we would be as parents. We’d let them do what they wanted, and we’d have a room turned into a moonbounce (I kind of have that going on now, so I guess I am sort of cool). They’d have all the cool snacks. Oreos! Potato chips (not the generic lame kind either). Real Coke, not crappy “cola.”
And then you kind of grow up (I say kind of for obvious reasons) and you realize that you’d be retarded to let them eat tons of candy and go to bed late. And now I cringe when I see kids drinking anything that is not a color you’d find in nature. Electric blue drinks? Oh my god, those kids are going to be up for six days straight and their intestinal tract must be riddled with yeast and all sorts of other rotting garbage.
Even before the Mini’s “problems” arose, I made a point to give him food that was as natural as possible. No artificial colors, flavors or preservatives. I try to go as organic as I can, which amuses me, because before he was born, I was convinced that organic food was just a way for people to charge more for food. More important to me, is just more natural eating. I try not to be too much of a stickler about it (although most people come to my house and ask me if I have anything other than “that hippie crap” in my cupboard), because I don’t want to shock his system when he finally does manage to get his hands on crap food, but for now, I can get away with it.
And I realized the other day, as I picked up some “sun drops” (essentially the gay natural version of M&M’s) for him as a treat (read: bribery), that he’s going to hate us as he gets older, because his friends are allowed to have “the good cereal” and munch on cancer laden M&M’s. And I’m perfectly OK with being the lame mom on this one.