My kids get dirty. Downright filthy. I pride myself in that. In truth, I scoff at moms I see snatching out the handy-wipes or digging for a tissue because they see some jelly on the side of precious' face. There is nothing wrong with wanting little Michael to have a clean face before going out, but I draw the line when I see the cat-like licking of personal cleanliness products and the futile scrubbing across his little cheek.
What do I care if there's a little evidence that my child has explored, that he's climbed a tree, that I have let him live a little. Too many kids are being conditioned to use "indoor voices,"( what the hell is an indoor voice anyway), to use a Clorox wipe on their chair before snack time because little Tommy Too-Busy, doesn't wash up before snack and has just touched it. When does it stop?
I'm afraid my prejudices against commando moms have misled me in the area of "holistic health." I recently attended a chapter formation of a holistic health moms group and while I continue to give my child a little cough syrup instead of honey, I was surprised to find a variety of moms at this gathering.
They ranged from first time moms to moms at their second maybe third time around. Moms that didn't believe their children should be vaccinated to moms that were just simply looking for alternatives. A few fathers were even in attendance.
While for the majority of the evening I was able to maintain my skepticism about much of the holistic belief, I realize there are deeper rewards to be earned here. As a young mother myself, I can't think of anything more beneficial then to be able to gather around like-minded moms. We can watch our children play together, giggle and relate about what little Tommy and Billy are up to. Maybe we might all read the same book and discuss it and perhaps it might leave us so weepy that we share our tissues and my silly taboo feelings about sharing wipes might be forgotten for just a moment.
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