Monthly Archives: September 2013

We have a tv in our bedroom and we are natural.

I’ve felt very inspired to write lately, but haven’t managed to form my words into one topic yet. I think this desire comes from a need to share myself and connect. I get a lot of wonderful feedback from my blog and some of it leads me to reading about other people’s thoughts. So, what should I write about? What can I say that will be of value to others?
The biggest thing I’ve noticed about myself lately is how much I’m sinking more into life, into myself and less into all the distractions. I feel comfortable. I often feel like a spectator of life as I observe the many happenings around me. I look at my Facebook newsfeed and I get a view of what other people are experiencing. There’s so much information out there but lately I’ve been feeling immune to it all. I enjoy the occasional article, but it’s not becoming real to me. I sense something else; something above parenting philosophies, nutritional studies and ethical opinions. What is it? What is this simplicity that allows me to exist free of worry and hurt? Slowly it crept in as I made the bigger (or maybe smaller?) picture my priority…
My mom calls and tells me about another study that says having a tv in your bedroom is harmful for sleep. I think about my deep, deep sleeps and its wonderful. I use to listen to the studies above my own experience of life. I hd never had a tv in my room and had it disrupt my sleep and my life in general and yet I resisted the bedroom tv. It’s quite taboo among many people that are concerned with natural living and health. Once I let go of the belief that it would be bad for us, it opened up new possibilities for us. Our bedroom and our bedtime has become a time of peace and relaxation. Sometimes that means that mom and dad are so exhausted that we pass out while Max and Ruby entertains the children to sleep. It feels good. There’s no force necessary to get them to stay in their own rooms and go to bed. We just drift off and I this has been a major source of sanity saving for us. Parenting can be hard and I think that a lot of it comes from when we listen to the opinions of others, and the studies and the books above our own innate desires and wisdom.
But don’t listen to me, not everyone need to co-sleep and have a television in their bedroom. What have you been resisting that is based purely on what you’ve been told?

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Chocolate Salted Fudge Dreams. (Flourless, Gluten Free)

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Oven 350

In a bowl:

1/2 cup of egg whites (3 large eggs)
1 cup cocoa
1 tsp vanilla
3 TBSP arrowroot (or tapioca, potato starch)
2 1/4 cup sugar (I used coconut sugar)

Put on a cookie sheet. They will expand quite a bit.
Sprinkle with coarse sea salt.
Bake 8-10 minutes.

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How to feed children: food freedom vs. food restriction.

I still haven’t totally found my ultimate position on how to feed children. The main dilemma for me is what to allow them to eat or to give them total food freedom like a good radical unschooler. This morning really proved my lack of a stance on the position when I felt explosive rage over Mr.Noodles and brightly coloured slushies. I had been practicing a lot of food freedom before this, with occasional reluctance and sighs of grief.
Gentle parenting, attachment parenting and especially radical Unschooling talk about empowering children through letting them make their own choices. Not only do radical unschoolers let them make their own choices as to what to eat at home, but they bring the food that they want into the house. The idea is that if we control their food, they will sneak it, want it more and wind up being adults that will binge on all the bad stuff they were deprived as children.
I get that. I also get that they need to listen to their own bodies, but what if their body screams for more chemical induced food highs?
I also get that they are children and in the same way that I don’t want their minds manipulated by religion or school, I don’t want them altered by chemicals and neuro toxins.
Those words: neuro toxins. They kept flooding me this morning as I thought about the Mr.Noodles. In my rage, I tore out the little package of death inside; the flavouring. I hid it in my pocket and dwelled on how different the children act when eating these foods. I very lightly touched on the other reasons, in my thoughts, that radical Unschoolers give their children complete food freedom… Is my distaste for certain foods just mybelief? Should I investigate it? Am I not trusting them? Will it make them want it more? The thing I knew for sure was that I wasn’t getting the philosophies and faking it to be in a certain category was not going to work.
What I did know for sure was that if I could just get to a place of love and connection and have a decent explanation for the kids, that things would be better. But I wasn’t there and I accepted it.
I continued with anger directed towards companies that use ingredients banned in other countries.
Neuro toxins. MSG. Trans fats… I was beginning to get dizzy thinking about it all.
And as I asked “WHY would people make this and why would people eat this?!?”, I only got angrier. My mom asked what I needed. I thought. I told myself that it’s ok and it will teach me something later. What I need is not apparent.
Well, it’s later and what have I learned?
Do I believe in food freedom?
Do I want to control what they eat?
Does it feel good for me?
I left the house, alone, for an appointment and I continued to ask these questions.
I discovered that I didn’t have the answers; that I only knew and breathed this moment.
This moment asks of me,
What is the highest good that can happen?
What is the positive side of it?
What calls me?
I let the slushies and Mr.Noodles wash over and out of me. I drove to the grocery store and bought all their favourite healthy snacks. I was focusing on the good. I stood at the cash register with my palms open and let the love flood through me to the cashier who had lost her daughter to cancer. I knew she was hurting despite her hard work and friendly attitude. She even asked me how I was. I let it come through and I realized that I didn’t need to form an opinion. I didn’t need to plan the perfect article with all the perfect advice on how to feed kids. We have it all inside, we just have to be open for it.

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