Years ago, before I’d met my husband and most definitely before the thought of having a baby crossed my mind, I proclaimed that I’d take the epidural in the parking lot, duh!
I took all the pills for all the things (legal OTCs here, people, please) and gratuitously rubbed lauryl-everything all over my body daily while laughing maniacally.
Fast-forward 15 years.
I now wash my face with olive oil and wash my hair with baking soda. My first baby was born in front of my freezer which makes it safe to say there was no parking lot epidural. I’ve only recently consented to Mrs. Meyer’s cleaning products instead of a baking soda-vinegar-essential oil combo and I went a nice long time using something called soap nuts in my laundry.
What in the what happened?
I’ve seen this happen enough times to know it’s not just me, though I know better than to say this is everybody. (If it’s not you, please read along and roll your eyes. I get it.) There is something about preparing to greet such a pure, clean being at the complete beginning of his or her journey that made me re-evaluate. If couldn't bring world peace to fruition and undo the Earth's pollution, then by golly at least I could make our home a sacred utopia of peace and coconut oil.
Looking down at my firstborn, I was acutely aware of his clean slate. I was also acutely aware of how I now had a lot of say in how that slate got painted. Trading shampoo for baking soda made sense. Soap nuts instead of laundry detergent made sense. (Chocolate as a food group made no sense, but you’re not here to judge, right?)
And then, as we added to our family and various other sectors of life have grabbed our attention, some of this crunchiness has softened. We cloth-diapered 2.5 kids, but this last year we chose to just let it go. I 'joke' that my oldest and my youngest – five years apart – both ate their first hot dogs on the same day. It was a big day when I decided to buy the detangler for my daughter from Target instead of trying to make do with coconut oil. Now, isn’t that a crazy sentence?
Dear Reader, make room for the changes you feel nudged to make, in either direction of the crunchy spectrum or any other spectrum you find yourself on. There is a time for everything and we are not stagnant in our parenting nor our personhood. Don’t feel badly if you find yourself living up to a new measure rather than the one you were aiming for last year or last week or this morning, as long as you are the holder of the measuring stick. It is okay for our values and priorities to shift and change as we are ever-evolving. What bores we would be if we weren’t!