Their natural mommies, of course! What did you think I was going to say?
Today I'm going to share how I came to be a natural Mommy, and it has a lot to do with my own mother.
Before I start sharing all of the things I do that are a little different from the norm, I'd like to share why doing things naturally, or traditionally, is important to me.
Those of you who know my family may not know this, but my Mother was not always the hippie that she is today. (You are reading this, right Mom?) Growing up, as I remember it from my point of view, we weren't on the extreme of either "crunchy" or....whatever the word is for the oppposite of crunchy. I guess my parents never gave it much thought. I never did, anyway. Then, mom got sick.
I don't remember how old I was when we all got mono, but I was old enough to remember bits and pieces without completely understanding what was going on. I remember all sitting in a doctor's office, and I remember Mom going back to the doc every few months after that and hearing mom say "I still don't feel better." Not a lot was known back then about fibromyalgia, but my Mom was eventually diagnosed with it. As anyone with a chronic illness knows, one will try just about anything to relieve the symptoms.
Somewhere along the line, around the time I was in high school, we came across the book "The Maker's Diet by Jordan S. Rubin. It all seems like common sense to me now, but reading his book was the first time I'd been introduced to the concept that God knew what he was doing when he made our bodies and the earth. Maybe, just maybe, we're messing ourselves up with a lot of these things we call "progress." Maybe food the way it comes from the earth is the way our bodies were intended to process it? Perhaps all of these chemicals we're putting into and on our bodies are doing more harm than good? It occurred to me that, in the Garden of Eden, man's and woman's original job was to be a good steward of this world God created. Adam and Eve were put in that garden to glorify God by enjoying and taking care of it. Are we, as Christians today, exempt from that job? I don't think so.
So began my long, slow journey into the being the wierdo I am today. True story: I served a friend of mine a glass of kombucha, and she said to me, and I quote verbatim "Sarah Ellzey, you are the wierdest friend I've ever had."
Thank you very much.
That's all the time I have for today. Little Izzy is calling. I'll tell you some more about my little family later on this week. Tomorrow I'll finish my story by sharing how my Mom's journey became my own.
What about you? Where are you in your journey? What has inspired you? Are you anyone's "wierdest friend?"
What is the opposite word for "crunchy," anyways?