I’m the mother I never thought I’d be
I’ve been googling the hell out of my phone. “Iodine deficiency” will lead you to information about how it affects the thyroid, “bromine or bromated” will lead you to information about the toxin that is present in the vast majority of our baked goods, and how it affects iodine absorption. And on and on and on. I’m glad the pediatrician has given me accurate information, I’m glad that we have a clue as to what is going on with my daughter’s weight gain and possibly behavior, but…
I never expected to be this kind of parent!
What kind of parent is that? The kind of parent who sends her kid to school with snacks from home because the school food is absolute crap. The kind of parent who demands references and credentials and still isn’t comfortable with a creepy character the school just hired. The kind of parent who worries about birthday parties, family gatherings, or playdates because “what if they offer her cheese? or bread? and I have to say no?” To be honest, I always thought those types of parents were control freaks. My kid wasn’t going to be the weirdo with nut allergies and a hovering mother. My kid would have everything in moderation, enjoy the holiday junk food binge, and be relaxed about eating out.
Well, life decided to show me what a close-minded a-hole I was being, didn’t it? Once again, my daughter is my greatest teacher. I realize now that people have legitimate reasons to tightly monitor and control what goes into their child’s body. There are for-real toxins and immediate consequences for consuming some of this stuff. There are bad things that happen when we leave our children with neighbors and relatives who we are assume are safe. There are usually good and well-thought out reasons behind parenting decisions of every kind, which is just another reason why we should all cut each other some slack!