Of Tolerance and Friendship: The Conclusion

I started writing yesterday about a political disagreement that ended in someone who once referred to me as “one of the very chosen few in the inner circle of [her] life” publicly declaring me no longer a friend.

Today I am revealing the topic of debate in hopes that friends can, indeed, disagree.

If you are unable to maintain a friendship over disagreement on a single issue, I feel it proves you to be intolerant. It makes you an enemy of your cause because I’m likely to associate you (and possibly your cause) with fanaticism and irrational fear. You have not won anything for that which you campaign, instead you have willingly abandoned the opportunity to discourse with someone who once held esteem for you.

In actual fact, what you are saying is “I was wrong about you – I don’t like or respect you at all, and cannot stand to have contact with you because you are so foul; if I had ever known you believed this way, I never would have been your friend in the first place.”

And to me, that is the worst sort of hubris and the least civilized part of human nature. “If you are not like me, then I will drive you away.” We have been fighting against that mentality since the beginning of recorded time and it has caused nothing but problems for humanity.

I guess the only reason I can imagine that I would not want to be a person’s friend any more would be that level of intolerance. If you are unable, or worse unwilling, to hear the viewpoint of another and agree to disagree, if you are unable to find any sort of common ground, I you dole out hatred or withhold love over a single issue than I am probably not a good fit for you as a friend.

Though you can expect that I will listen to you with respect. And if you would like to move me into the “crazy friend” category and have more careful contact with me, that’s alright. I will likely be doing the same with you, but it isn’t going to change the things about you that I already liked in the first place. It is okay with me if you are judging that area of my life, I’m probably doing it too – but so long as we are doing it in order to understand one another and maintain our relationship I say no problemo. And I’m probably going to work hard not to offend you in this area, because I don’t own you and it isn’t my job to make you think like I do.

If you did come up with a deal-breaker in terms of friendship yesterday, I hope it wasn’t over gun control.

I have been a political orphan my whole life. I grew up in a home with a Canadian parent (liberal and statist) and a tea party-esque parent (ultra-conservative). This was a great contributor to my understanding of tolerance and my confidence in the ability of people to disagree and continue to hold one another in a positive light. As an adult, especially once we began homeschooling and undertook a thorough review of American History, I began to have more and more in common with the Libertarian party (click here to learn about Libertarian Philosophy and here to read a great compilation of rebuttals to objections to Libertarian views). The Libertarian ideals of personal responsibility alongside their fiscally conservative/socially liberal platforms lined up with my understanding of what America was meant to be. During the last presidential election, I finally felt like I had some choices that I liked because I was paying attention to third-party players. In terms of gun control, I am a firm supporter of the second amendment and staunchly against more firearms regulations.

If you disagree with me about gun control, and especially if you live in the New York area, I encourage you to exercise your First Amendment rights and contact my friend Christine at Quasi Agitato. She is a part of the Million Moms For Gun Control movement and is hosting a rally in NYC on MLK day.

And whatever your position is on any of the most intense questions of our day, I encourage you not just to tolerate, but to seek out, read about, study and consider each side of the issue. One of the best ways to do that is to talk with people you like, respect and care for.

If there is someone you respect and care for who feels differently than you and you find that discussing it causes too much friction, I hope you can be considerate of one another. Change the subject. Stick to the topics you enjoy sharing, relish the places you have common ground and above all, treasure your relationship.

Your comments yesterday were so helpful and insightful. I feel I have a better understanding of what this person was feeling (she really does class me as a child-abuser and does believe anyone who disagreed with her is extreme whackadoodle and out of their mind). I also have a new perspective on my own treatment of sensitive issues among others, especially those whose relationship I take for granted.

These problems are problems we are facing all together. They can only be resolved by educating ourselves, listening to one another, and giving each side a face and a name; because each side represents real people. First we must truly care about each other, only then can we start dealing with the issues that bind us (whether we like it or not).

Of Tolerance and Friendship; Part One of a Two-Part Series

I am sorry for my disappearance into the hole of the holidays…this has happened every year I have blogged and I am surprised by it each time. NOTE TO SELF: duh!

I have returned with a heavy topic for you. This series is meant to stimulate thought and conversation, but most importantly the former. Please keep your comments kind and positive.

I am a big fan of tolerance. The thread of my writings, if you’ve been reading me for long, are pretty consistent in the message “do what is best for your family; make an intentional decision of what that is.” I’ve been clear in stating that what is best for my family has nothing to do with what is best for yours.

My reading list looks like this:

Quasi Agitato, a brooklyn-based red head I have a lady crush on who combines humor with intensity,

Writing, Wishing, giving me a glimpse of motherhood from across the globe, supportive and community-minded

MODG, always makes me shoot coffee out of my nose, usually by the most creative use of swearing ever,

Sellabit Mum, sometimes sentimental, often funny, occasionally gripping, always a good read,

It’s On My To-Do List, Catholic homeschooling mother of four littles, this blog is about everything on Delena’s mind,

Four Plus An Angel, where I’m either going to weep or sit riveted at least once a week,

Bread With Honey, my crunchy mommy hero and an inspiration in how I cook and educate.

As far as what our lives look like every day, these women and I do not have a lot in common. In several areas we are on truly opposing ends of the lifestyle spectrum. There are things they write I would never agree with. There are things they do I would never do. I can say with 100% certainty that everyone reading this blog feels the same way about me.

But I like them, these bloggers. I have a burning desire to be friends with them, to hang out with them in real life, rather than just being their internet stalker. Despite the areas where my opinions and views are divergent, I still feel that I understand where they are coming from and I want to hug them, sit in a room with them, learn from them. I like who they are.

I was publicly “unfriended” by a real life friend whom I have been close with since I had only one infant. That’s more than a decade of shared nursing sessions, toddlers distracted, eyes rolled at whiney kids, secrets passed, feelings shared. And I don’t just mean unfriended on Facebook. This person unfollowed me on Instagram, Pinterest, and any other social platform we had contact through. I’m sure my numbers are deleted from her smart phone and my email address has been purged from her contacts.

I am still mystified by this encounter. I disagreed with this friend on a hot-button political issue.

Please understand, I have hundreds of Facebook friends. They are on every end of the political spectrum you could imagine. Many of these friends post links to, banners for, memes supporting, and articles about their ideas. I tend to leave those alone when I am not aligned with their thinking because I’m interested in knowing what they believe and why, and I believe in free speech. Even if I disagree with their position, I’m likely to read their link or article in order to better understand their view. So why did I get involved in this particular discussion?

The post began with “Unless you believe in this cause, unfriend me.”

I engaged in discussion because I assumed my friend just didn’t realize that there were people she liked and cared about and respected who didn’t feel the same. I knew I would be moved into the “crazy friend” category, and I wondered if I might stop receiving invitations to visit…but I never expected “You are dead to me.”

I’ll not bore you with the details, but once it was clear that I did, in fact, disagree with completely and not support the cause this friend was championing, I was erased from her life. She told me it was a sacrifice she was willing to make for her convictions.

As I see it, cutting someone out of your life for refusing to agree with you doesn’t make you a martyr, it makes you a jerk.

What about you? Do you have an issue that is a deal-breaker in terms of friendship? Religion? Abortion? Politics? The definition of marriage?

In my next post, I will reveal the issue at the crux of this public friend-cleanse I was a part of. Hint – it isn’t any of the above.

When forgetting is ok…

I somehow didn’t get this photo added in yesterday’s post…

It’s no great sin to be forgetful. But I hope everyone is remembering today where they were eleven years ago. I was nursing my first baby in the blue rocking chair we bought specifically for that purpose. I had just woken up, and I was still groggy with first-baby-lack-of-sleep.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been awake ever since that moment when I turned the television on and everything changed.

Life is like taking a trip with your family; we are all in this together. It’s especially important to remember that.

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Crunchy hair and other crunchy things.

At the beginning of the summer, I posted about ridding my home of the cosmetic products that were high in toxins and carcinogens.

I was really concerned about finding replacements for my deodorant, my acne treatments, and of course my make up (in that order).

A happy surprise was that my deodorant (Secret solid unscented) was rated quite good! So I’m still swiping my pits with the same thing I started using clear back in the 19-hundred-and-somethings.

An unhappy surprise included our sunscreens, our toothpaste and our bar soap. These have been easily replaced, even the toothpaste!

Most of you know I have been experimenting with crunchy hair, here are some new before/after photos, this time with strait hair:

Here I am at the start of the day, right after styling.

I didn’t use any products (aside from my flat iron) and I brushed once in the middle of the day.

Here I am at the end of the day, after taking the kids to the water park. It held up great!

I currently have no plans to go back to using shampoo and conditioner. I’ve been so pleased with the texture of my hair using this method, and I think it is continuing to improve as my hair detoxifies. All three children are now voluntarily sporting crunchy hair as well.

The biggest news flash I have for you concerns make up. I’ve fought for years now with finding makeup that my face doesn’t react to. I’ve tried most any brand of makeup you can buy whether over the counter, from your girlfriend’s kitchen table or off an infomercial (Mmm-hmm, oh yes I did). The only one that didn’t make my eyelids break out in weepy hives was physicians formula…but I could only wear it a few days a week, and I had to wear the mascara on special occasions only. Too many days in a row and my skin was peeling and flaky (gross, I know!).

I went make up shopping at our local whole-foods type store. There was a huge selection. I took my iPhone with me and used the EWG website to find the ratings on the cosmetic products (I was surprised how many there were on the shelves with poor ratings!). I am especially pleased with the ZUZU products I purchased: Concealer, lipstick, mascara. I purchased Larenim pressed powder and I’m happy with it as well. These items are pictured in the bottom of the photo below.

My new crunchy product line-up.

The top left is the moisturizing face cream I bought in place of what I’ve been addicted to for three years now. It’s made by Weleda, and is nice, smells good and doesn’t make my face sting though it’s not as fabulous as my toxin filled anti-aging stuff (which I gave away and will not buy anymore). The top right is samples of eyeshadow and blush as well as a nail polish from Honeybee Gardens. I love the eyeshadow and blush and I’ve ordered full size of those, but the nail polish (while beautiful) is not meant for people who garden and do dishes every day. I had chips by the 24-hour mark though I followed the directions to the letter for proper curing.

You can see me wearing all the makeup I mentioned in the first picture of this post. (Obviously. I’m even wearing lipstick!)

I can’t believe the difference in my face since changing to 0 or 1 rated products from the EWG site. I don’t itch or sting, I don’t have rashes or flakes, my eyes don’t hurt or sting. I can wear this makeup every single day and have been doing so for a month now! I’ve been washing my face with good-for-me bar soap and in place of all the acne treatments I was using I have just been making a quick mask of baking soda and water. Though I still have had breakouts this month, they have been lesser and faster to heal.

I’m still on the lookout for a good nail polish – I’ve noticed that the lighter colors are rated better as a large generalization. Let me know if you have any suggestions!

In the mean time, I feel good about having so much success with this experiment and assuring you all how easy it has been to switch my family over to safer products (ignore the soap, deodorant and shampoo my husband is using – he is resistant to change and that’s okay).

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Wheat Harvest 2012 – A Pictorial Diary: A Salute to our Military

Yesterday was a terrific day to be a farm family here in Kansas.

We harvested wheat in the shadow of our guardians yesterday.

One field we cut yesterday is across the road from our Air Force Base.

We work to feed, they work to protect.

Harvesting makes for long days, high stress, heavy pressure and occasional explosions of emotion.

I’m certain those same words apply in a different way to everyone working across the road from this field. Except sometimes they also work in fear of their immediate safety.

I never have to feel that way – because of their willingness to sacrifice, because of their pledge to protect and defend.

My children can run to their Dad, they can work with him, they can stay with him all day long if they wish.

Racing through the hay patch to Daddy.

Soldiers’ children spent months, sometimes years, separated from a parent.

Some families don’t get their soldier back.

To every person I know, including those in my own family, that has spent any time in any branch of the military, I thank you. To every individual working across the road from us yesterday, and to every person working for the United States Armed Forces anywhere in the world, I thank you.

To anyone who has ever lost someone they love in the line of duty; I will never be able to thank you enough.

I can only offer you the fruits of their sacrifice – everything I raise, most especially these children. I promise that they will be taught to appreciate and understand what your loss has given them, what it has given all of us.

I will teach them. I promise.

I wanted to make this post on D-day, but we didn’t harvest this field until yesterday. I hope it holds the same meaning. May we all be examples for our children in respecting and appreciating our military soldiers and their families.

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Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble…

Several years ago, the Environmental Working Group came out with a list of cosmetic products, including toothpaste, sunscreen, makeup, shampoo, soap, lotion and nail polish. It is a full-disclosure database about what is inside these products. I’ve been avoiding it for years, though I did replace our toothpaste, soap and shampoo after reading about some of the initial information.

This summer I would like to experiment some more with finding safe and healthy alternatives to cosmetic products. I’ll keep you posted as I work on finding healthier options for my family and my planet. I would also love to find ways around the lazy approach I’ve taken thus far – which is a single-step plan involving purchasing very expensive alternatives. I grew up on a farm in the 1980s, so it goes without saying that spending more than $7 for a small bottle of shampoo is something that I feel I need to take to the confessional. (Please absolve me, mom!)

I think this issue is on the mind of my friends as well. My darling Tarah, of spoon hooker fame, sent me this link not long ago about making your own body wash.

Yesterday one of my internet friends (one of the two people I can’t wait to meet in real life but am also kind of afraid that we will cause some sort of nuclear reaction with our fantasticalness – not a word but it says what I mean – in the same place at the same time) posted a link to this method of hair washing.

My foodie mentor and homeschool guru Maureen wrote a great post about making deodorant at home.

I told my baking-soda hair washing friend yesterday that I’m extra-vain, especially for a crunchy gal. So I’m going to be pretty picky. And the idea of giving up my quick-dry, one-swipe nail polish kinda makes me want to cry. But the idea of giving myself cancer makes me feel much worse – let’s not even talk about the fact that my daughter loves to have her nails painted. I’ve been having problems with makeup for years now…I can’t wear eyeshadow at all in the last month because of the constant reaction it causes. It’s time to make some more informed and aggressive changes around here. The first step begins with evaluating the items I am using on the EWG website.

So how about it? Would you be interested in sharing some of this journey with me?

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Why Time Magazine is representative of everything that is bothering me right now

This topic is going to be HUGE around the web, people. Time Magazine has an article about the “controversial” practices of Attachment Parenting philosophy and Dr. Sears in their latest issue. Here is the cover:

Jamie Lynne Grumet, photographed by Martin Schoeller

The picture is shocking. What bothers me about it is two-fold. First of all, it’s an unnatural position and posed to solicit strong feelings. (In real life, a mother nurses like this only to relieve a plugged duct – I’m just saying.) In other words, society finds breastfeeding shocking AND that shock value makes people spend money. Secondly, I am bothered that people get all out-of-whack calling it inapropriate, disgusting, or sexually motivated.

How about this one?

Jennifer Aniston photographed by Michael Thompson

Or this one?

Julia Louis Dreyfus photographed by Shape Magazine.

I will tell you what the difference is, my friends. The first photo is a picture of breasts that are not being paid for their work, photographed for shock value to sell magazines. Those breasts are working hard every day, contributing to society in a critical way, but they don’t receive a monetary paycheck. The next two pictures are big stars (disclaimer – I am a fan of both of these ladies) who are paid big bucks that in an industry where appearance is of critical importance, and the photos are meant to be shocking or inspiring for the purpose of selling magazines. But I didn’t feel the need to blog several thousand words about the GQ or Shape photos.

Why?

In the Time Magazine article, Dr. Sears is portrayed as an anti-feminist, as someone whose parenting practices have brainwashed women into sacrificing themselves upon the mantle of motherhood while giving up every other part of their identity in order to meet the demanding code of AP (attachement parenting).

I find this to be frustrating. Let me outline my reasons.

1) These women are not doing something unheard of or unadvised in regards to breastfeeding. In fact, as my friend Grace pointed out on Facebook, they are only following the guidelines of the World Health Organization and the American Academy of Pediatrics who advocate breastfeeding for far longer than the average American mother does. Nowhere in the article do they talk about the fact that parents (YES! NOT JUST MOTHERS!) who practice AP are some of the minority who are meeting the health guidelines laid out by all major medical organizations.

2) Are some AP practices controversial? Yes. Co-sleeping and extended breastfeeding (and recently even babywearing) have their share of detractors. But are they controversial in such a way as to pit mothers against one another? The cover states boldly “Are You Mom Enough?”, suggesting that only the toughest, best, hardiest mothers could practice AP. I must honestly tell you that, in my anecdotal experience, I have never seen anything to indicate that AP parents are tougher or work harder than those who don’t. In fact, AP parents are some of the laziest that I know – and I mean that in a loving way! It was so simple for me to pop out a nipple and keep typing, or snuggle baby into daddy’s arms so I could keep doing the bookwork late in the evening – not a very disciplined lifestyle, but that’s my personality and how life works on our farm (we like to roll with the punches rather than plan ahead too much). In other words: It worked for us. It’s not because I was “mom enough,” it just felt right. Intentionally fanning the flames of bad feelings in the so-called ‘mommy wars’ is yet another sad commentary on our society. It’s like forming a circle and yelling “Fight! Fight! Fight!” while you encourage the two mommies to bite, scratch, and pull hair. It’s a dirty trick.

3) Are AP parents sometimes pretty militant about their parenting practices? OF COURSE. Think back for a moment to when you were a first-time parent and the things you felt were CRITICAL. (I know, it’s funny now, isn’t it?) How about calling to mind a first-time parenting couple you know (or knew because they don’t talk to you anymore) that were just…over-the-top. Those parents come in all shapes and sizes, but they are generally most pronounced with their first infant and are typically overbearing in every other part of their lives as well. We’ve all met someone like that – whether it has to do with where you go to church, how you educate, if you drink (or don’t), what you eat, and how you parent – if you aren’t aligned with their system they just can’t feel comfortable hanging out. They are the minority.

Have you ever read the Baby Wise books? They are the antithesis of the Dr. Sears books in every way. Baby Wise parents have a reputation of equal tenacity. I actually know several people who prescribe to Baby Wise philosophies and you know what? They are very nice. They still hang out with me despite the fact that my copy of the Sears’ “Baby Book” is too worn to even loan out. And our differently reared children like each other and get along just great. We even liked each other when our children were infants and theirs were on a tight schedule of crying in their crib and mine were strapped to my torso and offered my milk regardless of where we were or who else was in the room. I didn’t feel threatened or angry because they did it differently. I never assumed it was my responsibility to convert them to my way of parenting. Hell, I was far too busy questioning everything I was doing to find time to judge what they were doing. At the most I may have rolled my eyes (mentally) or voiced in private to my spouse “I could NEVER manage that.” I am certain they did the same things when we parted. But none of it was ever malicious, or made the assumption that we were better parents, or made us feel like we couldn’t be around one another. It just helped us find the right style of parenting for us.

And you know what else? Those Baby Wisers were just as tired and overwhelmed as I was. They were also as satisfied and confident as I was.

4) I’m a feminist. I was raised by a feminist. I cannot see how AP is anti-feminist. Here is a terrific article that does a great job of explaining just why second-generation feminists like me prescribe to AP parenting methods. Isn’t feminism is supposed to be about women having complete freedom to choose their paths in life without being restricted by stereotypes or societal pressure? There are AP families who maintain their parenting style with a stay-at-home dad and a full-time working mother. There are women like the gorgeous mother on the cover of this magazine who are going against what (evidently) most of society thinks is normal because it is right for her. THAT IS FEMINISM. She isn’t doing what she is told by society is the ‘right way’ to mother. And I find it offensive that the magazine is suggesting that feminists only support breasts that work for money. My breasts are powerful in more ways than one and it is against the very tenants of feminism to suggest that they can only fill the role of sexual pleasure. That is the most anti-feminist concept I’ve ever heard and only contributes to the objectification of women in our culture. There are entire books written about how breastfeeding and the natural parenting movement hurts the feminist movement and I find that concept critically narrow-minded. Extended breastfeeding (and natural parenting) gave me more freedom and success in my roles outside of motherhood, not less.

5) What hurts the feminist movement, the mothers movement, and underscores the very obvious fact that we aren’t living in a family-friendly society is the problem our culture is having with pigeon-holing. We suck about stereotyping. Guess what? There are Baby Wise families that come to La Leche League Meetings and successfully breastfeed their infants into toddlerhood despite the recommendations against it in the book. There are parents who use many AP-type methods (like me) and have a toddler that cries alone in their room while mommy or daddy holds the door shut and tries to figure out how to not beat the child for a few minutes despite what they have read. There are stay-at-home mothers, work-at-home mothers (raising my hand), work-outside-the-home mothers, and there are constantly overlooked fathers (!) in each of these places. There are different parenting techniques that work for all of them, there are different struggles for all of them, and there are different ways each family finds their path to the right place for them. It is the greatest flaw of human nature to assume that your way is the one right and best way and to insist, in every way, that others should and must do the same. Inflamitory language that you aren’t “mom enough” to parent in a certain way suggests not only that mothers who DO parent that way assume it is the right way for everyone else, but also that it is the hardest way. We are not dumbasses. If something isn’t working, we change it. We are all just doing our best, we mothers and fathers, no matter where we work or what method of parenting fits who we are and what we are hoping to achieve. And yes, I’m speaking for everybody. I never do that. But I’m fully confident that I represent every parents feelings when I say “We are all just doing our best.”

6) Creating a judgemental conversation contributes to the divide our entire culture is suffering from. I am absolutely dumbfounded that, not only are mothers (and families) judging one another, but all of society is busy pointing the finger at one another. You want more maternity leave (or paternity leave AT ALL) – In this economy?! You want better schools? Blame the teachers/government/parents/summer break/economy. You’re homeschooling? You are ruining your children (or flaunting your money and education, depending on who you ask). You want to get married to someone who is the same sex as you? That is a sin according MY religion. Oh, you don’t share my religious beliefs? That doesn’t matter – you still have to follow MY rules. Because WE ALL HAVE TO BE THE SAME AND MY WAY IS THE ONLY RIGHT WAY.

I spent this year homeschooling my kids in early American History. We devoted a great deal of time studying the American Revolution. I can’t imagine how the people who founded our country would feel about our current situation. Our government was based on everyone having the same rights – even if you were Catholic (they were going strait to hell) or *gasp* Jewish (they killed Jesus, there was a special seat next to Satan for them). But they received equal rights under the law (well, so long as you weren’t a woman or a slave). It was much harder for early Americans to figure out how to live with one another and give each other equal rights – their entire culture before winning independence was based on inequality, monarchy and forced religious obedience. Americans sought to change that – they did so by shedding their own blood, and choosing to give Protestants, Catholics, Baptists, Amish and Jewish people equality and protection of those rights under the law. Not by boycotting JC Penny (though I support the right of those offended to do so). They didn’t do it by forcing everyone to have the same health insurance or provide insurance that goes against their own beliefs (and I support the right of those who disagree with me to say so).

We are far from a perfect country and our early government was no utopia. American culture has been a constant chase for true liberty and real democracy. First came the rule of the people. Soon after the property ownership requirements for voting powers were knocked down by the rule of the people. The Civil War finally abolished slavery throughout our country, though it was a long and bloody conflict that began almost immediately after we won independence from England. Women’s suffrage, Civil rights, the right to divorce, the right to maintain contact with your children and the right to demand parental responsibility after a divorce, being accepted without a religious affiliation, inclusivity for the handicapped; we are constantly moving toward true equality. Liberty means making your own choices so long as they don’t infringe upon the liberties of anyone else.

I also believe that it involves a level of tolerance and refraining from judging those who aren’t applying their liberties in the same way as you.

Sometimes I see offensive pictures like this one:

Click the link above for the photo credit - this is a stock photo of someone not-so-famous.

This is me taking a page from Time Magazine. I’m going for shock value. What could I possibly find offensive about this photo? Do I think this mother is wrong or a terrible mother or not bonding with her baby? On the contrary. The mother looks happy and in love with her baby, the baby is darling and makes me want to make cooing sounds. What I find offensive is the reminder that in our competitive, intolerant and anti-family society a mother receives so little support and information about breastfeeding that she needs to give such a tiny baby a bottle, costing her time, money and confidence from perceived judgement (after all, the AAP and WHO recommend it for a minimum of a year!). I reserve my judgement for the current practice of the medical establishment. Doctors and Nurses are not well educated or qualified to help with breastfeeding even though they strongly recommend it, and it’s left new parents to swim against the tide of abysmal formula company practices that have allowed them to make money hand over fist for generations. I would never judge the mother – I know for a fact she is doing her best and loves her baby just as much as I love mine. Do I judge her health care providers? Not really. They care deeply about their patients and are doing the best they can with the information they have. Most mothers in America initiate breastfeeding, but at a very early point cannot continue – usually due to the erroneous information they have been given or societal pressure.

Do I judge the few moms who never even wanted to breastfeed? Nope. See all my comments about not infringing on or judging other people’s choices? My problem is with the lack of support for the majority of women who DO choose to breastfeed. What if she is taking one of the very few medications you can’t have while breastfeeding? Or has had surgery that severed her milk ducts? Do I suggest that this mother shouldn’t be allowed to bottle feed her baby in public because I find it offensive? Or that she shouldn’t be pictured on the cover of a magazine because I think it is morally wrong the way formula companies market their wares? Capitol N, Capitol O.

Do I judge the formula companies? Sorta, but all of society is focused only on money (Hello, some feminists only support boobs that work outside of the home) and these companies are working within the regulations the government has placed on them. Do I judge the government for the regulations they have made? Well, sorta but we are a government of the people, so that really means I’m blaming me.

So what do I do about that? I talk about breastfeeding a lot. I breastfed my babies in public (well, my second and third, anyway – I was pressured by society to never leave home the first time until my feminist side overcame my fears of being stereotyped or judged). I went to nurse-ins to protest unfair treatment of breastfeeding mothers. I volunteered for years with La Leche League. I write to people in government. I talk with my girlfriends about it. I talk with my baby sister about it so that if she becomes a mother one day she will be armed with good information. I blog about it.

I post pictures like this one, here and on Facebook, to help normalize the idea of breastfeeding and what it really looks like:

My husband posed and took this picture when my daughter was 27 months old. We continued to breastfeed long after this. I'm not telling you this so you'll think I'm special. I'm telling you this so you know it's normal.

So I guess I should be glad about the Time article, because it is going to stimulate conversation. I don’t appreciate that it is happening in such an inflammatory way, but then again this IS America. It’s how we roll. We make big changes in big ways, we love shock and we love breasts (raising hand again). I think we need to start a new movement in America – the Familist movement. I’ll do what works best for us, you do what works best for you, and we will all support one another by refraining from judgement, pressure or discrimination. Are you in?

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Copy Cat Cookie; a successful FAIL

My children really like a certain store-bought cookie that I won’t (usually) buy because it has ingredients I don’t like to have in my house. These would include the following things: More than five total ingredients, ingredients I cannot pronounce, ingredients I don’t keep in my own pantry for baking, vague ingredients like “natural flavors” or “spices” which are often a loophole way of labeling MSG.

The cookies are still better for you than most packaged crackers and chips, so they can be a good snack alternative depending on the direction your food choices take. We have used them before as snacks to share at a class when I forgot it was our turn. They are tasty and have some nutritional value, as well as a better ingredient list than most all other packaged cookies. Here is the link to the nutritional information, if you are interested.

I found a bulk bin of dried, organic blueberries at my grocery store last week, and decided to make a go of creating similar cookies at home. Here is a record of the first attempt.

I tweaked a cookie recipe I found (here is the original) and came up with this:

Cream 3 Tbsp butter and 1/2 cup packed brown sugar. Mix in one large egg and 1 tsp vanilla.

In a separate bowl, combine 1 and 1/2 whole wheat flour, 1/4 cup oat flour, 1/2 tsp baking soda and 1 tsp cinnamon. Stir in about 1/4 to 1/3 cup dried blueberries (sorry – I didn’t even measure these – I just tossed some in so I’m guessing here).

Spoon flour mixture into wet mixture, beating slowly until just combined.

I used a triggered cookie scoop (like this one) to place melon-ball sized pieces of dough on a parchment-lined baking sheet.

Bake at 350F (I have a convection oven so I set mine to 325F) for 8-10 minutes. When they look cracked, but not liquid inside the cracks, they are done. Cool on a rack.

The results? Well, my food critics tell me that (a) this makes a pretty cookie, (b) these taste absolutely nothing like the cookie I was aiming for a resemblance with and (c) these are delicious and would be great in place of said store-bought cookie anyway.

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Weekend Getaway

One of the things we like about homeschooling is the flexibility it can offer our family. If the weather is interfering with farming, we are free to leave town. This past weekend, it was too cold to applicate fertilizer with our strip-till implement.

And my brother-in-law had tickets to the Denver National Stock Show!

So – we split!

We had a great time, thanks to the hospitality of my husband’s family.

We saw all sorts of fun things at the show.

I told My Farmer I could have spent most of the day in the sale barn – if you’ve never been to a livestock sale you are missing out, people. It is so fun.

Shooter trying to figure out who is bidding on the champion bison.

We watched some of the stock dog competition – I was frustrated that they did not announce before it began that the crowd should BE QUIET in order to allow the dogs to hear every command from their handler (my kids knew, of course, because I’m bossy and told them). I’m sure I wasn’t nearly as frustrated as the handlers, though.

It was a big arena, and the crowd sure made the sheep nervous.

We walked through the stockyards and saw all kinds of marvelous things (like yaks!), but Cowgirl felt this was the best part:

She bought the pony with her own money, and creatively named it 'Pink.'

We had a great time at the Pro-Rodeo Saturday evening. I really must say that I don’t understand the people that protest rodeos. The stock I saw must be the happiest horses and bulls on earth – they are treated like kings, fed like royalty, and live like free animals – except with fantastic medical care. They were gorgeous, powerful and breathtaking. I never once saw a look of fear from any of them (and my brother-in-law scored swank front-row seats next to the chutes, so I would know)! Also, it always makes me cry when the gorgeous cowgirl comes streaking in on a fast horse with a huge American Flag streaming around the arena. The National Anthem is moving even when it’s poorly done (sorry, poofy-haired lady that sang it).

So God Bless America – and cowboys (salivate). Have you ever been to a rodeo? If so, what was your impression?

Okay, are we kidding around here?

I was looking for October/Halloween crafts for the kids.  I found a really fun pumpkin craft and one hysterical (and simple) skeleton.

 

I also found a “spider snack.”  The idea is to read the Eric Carle book “The Very Busy Spider,” and then let the children make a spider-shaped snack.  The author of this idea said it was a very cute book and a great way to teach children about nutrition.  WHA?

 

The snack is a giant marshmallow with eight pretzel stick legs and covered with chocolate syrup.

 

Please do not teach children about nutrition using any of the previously mentioned items.  I’m totally jiggy with the fun snack idea that follows the book.  But let us not pretend that we are going to learn anything valuable about nutrition with a marshmallow involved.  I’m just saying.