Growing up in Eugene, Oregon, it’s no surprise that I developed some earthy, carefree tendencies. My mother had a knack for making my yoghurt interesting with a sprinkle of wheat germ, and those chocolate chip cookies? Well, they were more about carob and zucchini than anything indulgent. I never intended to be that mom who is overly strict about health, but somewhere along the way, I found myself critiquing my efforts, questioning if I was doing enough.
We strolled to the local farmer’s market, eliminated high fructose corn syrup (HFCS) from our diet, diluted the kids’ juice, and banned artificial sweeteners. I opted for grass-fed beef and hormone-free milk. As my family grew from one to three kids, I invested in BPA-free containers and eco-friendly snack bags. I even allowed a single Capri Sun to accompany a stainless steel water bottle—gotta give them some semblance of normalcy, right?
Then, articles about BPA-free products leaching chemicals began to circulate. My paraben-free, produce-snob self snapped. “Wait, they’re leaching chemicals?” I had discarded our old plastics, embraced the new “safe” products, and trusted the labels.
Not long after, the hormone-free lunch meat I’d been so proud of was recalled.
I had convinced myself that spending a little more and sticking to the “better” choices would keep my kids safe. “No carcinogens here,” I thought. But I was wrong.
So, I thought, let’s go all-in with metal and glass—until I realized glass can break, and metal has its quirks too. Paper? No. Plastic? Maybe. Just let them buy what they want.
You know what? I’m done. I’m ready to throw in the towel. I’m exhausted from hunting down paraben-free shampoo. I don’t want to buy organic peppers just to watch them mold before I even get to use them. I’m tired of other kids munching on sugary fruit snacks while mine turn their noses up at the “healthier” options I provide, with their wide eyes pleading for something different.
Honestly, I’m over the grocery bills. The real cost is my sanity, as I stress over whether their lunches are homemade enough, the containers safe enough, and the food pure enough. I think the price of a frazzled, easily irritable mom is far greater than the occasional carton of milk with rbST or a snack pouch containing a bit of HFCS.
A wise friend of mine said, “At the end of the day, your kids are going to school and they have food to eat.” What a brilliant point.
This school year, I’m changing my approach—not because I care less, but because I love my kids enough to realize I need to relax. So, join me in raising a juice box and a pre-packaged snack bag as we toast to back-to-school with a refreshing reminder: “It’s going to be okay.”
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In summary, it’s okay to let go of the relentless quest for perfection in parenting. Sometimes, a juice box and a snack pack are just what you need to keep the peace—and that’s perfectly fine.
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