fern ponders the omnivore’s dilemma
food. these days, i am rarely not thinking about it. whether i am eating, planning to eat, or reading about eating, food is nearly always on my mind. and now, with a wee babe on the way (due in 3 weeks!), i can’t help but wonder what kinds of food he will be eating as he grows.
of course, i can tell you what he won’t be eating. at least, if i turn out to be the perfect mom i plan to be (ok, please stop laughing). no fast food, no refined sugars, blah, blah, blah. yes, i will make every attempt to keep this junk away from my precious child, but i am realistic enough to know i can’t keep him from eating at every birthday party, halloween, or holiday event for the first 18 years of his life. and i’m not foolish enough to think that we will never, ever have peanut butter and jelly for dinner on some hectic night. inevitably, he will partake of some kind of sub-par badness that he will probably just love. then i’ll face the challenge of how to deal with a tiny and tenacious sugar fiend.
so what’s a mommy to do? well, i guess i’ll cross that bridge when i come to it. more immediately on my mind, is how to condition his little belly when it comes time for him to begin the transition from boob to solid foods. i know i have to birth the kid first and all, but there’s just so much to consider…
everytime i turn around, there’s a new diet revolution emerging. or allergy. there’s the raw food movement, the primal diet, there’s veganism and good ol’ vegetarianism. there’s lactose intolerance and gluten intolerance. and then, of course, there’s the rest of us: the omnivores.
the honeyman and i are omnivores, vegetarian leaning. we tend to eat vegetarian at home, and save our meat-eating for special occasions or when we go out. i know, i know- this is pretty hypocritical. after all, most of the places we eat out do not get farm-raised, free-range, organic meats. neither do most of the people whose houses we eat at who cook meat as the main dish. but since we’re pretty content to eat veggie at home (not to mention, we can just toss out the scraps to the chickens or the compost, and clean up using only vinegar!), we give our consciences a break when we have a date night or are guests in someone’s home. it can get emotionally taxing to worry all the time, and it’s certainly not healthy.
so now, with the boy on the way, we wonder what kind of diet will be the best for his little gut. i guess only time will tell. we abandoned the ideal of perfection early in the first trimester, when money was tight and we had to cut some corners on our organic shopping budget. we gave ourselves a break and decided any food was better than no food. we eat as local and organic as possible when we can afford it, and we cast love blessings upon any food we think is of questionable origin. when it comes time for the baby boy to become aware of what and how he eats, we will be honest and share with him the ideal situation in relation to the reality. and, hopefully, as he grows into a young man, he can decide for himself what is the best fuel for his body.