I have never been big on Valentines. I don’t know why, I used to claim that it was because of feminism or commercialism, and even that it reminded me of the pain of growing up not being conventionally pretty and not feeling like I had the hope for romance the holiday celebrated, but maybe it’s just that I don’t like this time of year. Its cold and snowy and I just want to start planting stuff so bad. Who’s bright idea was it to put a holiday exclusively about romance in the middle of a season where it’s too cold to wear anything pretty or sexy on a date? (Probably someone who didn’t live in USDA Zone 4-5, I guess) It just seems like a holiday that shouldn’t be that big of a deal, like St. Patricks Day or Groundhog Day, but that people get waaaaay too obsessed over. As an adult, the part of Valentine’s Day that bugs me the most is the school party. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about holiday parties at school, but I just don’t like Valentines Day. The era of Pinterest has only made school parties higher pressure than ever, and I can manage that at Halloween (because I love Halloween), but Valentine’s Day? Blech.
The depths of the rage I feel for the Elf on the Shelf cannot be over stated.
And then there are times we have these little conversations that make me think “Oh yeah, there’s my handiwork!” Today was one of those days.
In the parenting circles that I run in, there is a lot of talk about parenting peacefully. I’m all about peace and generally consider myself to be a pretty low key and permissive parent. I never spank or use any kind of physical hitting as punishment. In fact, I don’t punish often at all. I’m a big believer in natural consequences, compromise when possible, and lots of talking and teaching, rather than punishment. But more and more, I’m starting to think that all this pressure to be a perfectly zen parent all the time is unrealistic and putting way too much pressure on parents.
We are officially at the half way point of eliminating dairy, wheat, and corn, and I’m happy to report that I’m not seeing much of a difference for Elijah. In fact, Jeremy and I are not seeing differences either (besides some weight loss, which I know I made a big deal out of that not being the point, and it’s not, but it is something that has happened since starting this). I’m happy because it gives me hope that maybe these foods will not be a problem. Of course, I realize that there are still some health concerns with some of these foods, and I am learning that we don’t need them, so I may be interested in still minimizing them in the future, but it will be nice to know that if we splurge on some noodles one night, none of us will be afflicted with any immediate bodily harm. I honestly don’t know why anyone would assume this lifestyle permanently without an actual allergy forcing them into it. It is isolating from society, and just kind of a bummer all around.
I don’t like New Years. It’s just not a holiday I get into. But worse than New Years is the time that come after it, resolution season.
Resolutions probably were a nice thing at one point, a time where you set a goal to grow or develop somehow as a person, but now it’s all about weight loss. Everyone starts a diet this time of year, everyone starts some new work out routine, everyone is talking about how much weight they’re losing, have lost, want to lose. And even if you’re not talking about those things, most people will assume you are thinking it.
Elijah is a picky eater. He always has been. Everyone has an opinion of picky eaters and having dealt with it so long I get tired of hearing it. Most people who offer up advice and judgement have never dealt with anything like what I have. All advice can be basically summed up into two gems of wisdom:
Just make them eat.
Just wait them out, they’ll eat what you’re eating eventually if you don’t give them anything else. No child will starve themselves.
I would like to examine these sentiments.