My children ate McDonald’s. And they survived.
About half of you are stunned by my statement. A third of you are confused (what’s wrong with McDonald’s?), 10% of you now craving McDonald’s, and the remaining 10% are really proud of me.
I’ve written about what my kids eat, about my son’s beige food diet, and about our food allergies and sensitivities (physics and sensory). I’ve written about how I was making 5 dinners each night to appease everyone. I’ve also written about trying to find balance, and I’m just still trying.
Friends and readers know by now that my “thing” is being an earth crunchy/natural/healthy living Mama. A hamburger in my house typically means grass-fed local beef from our meat share prepared on a gluten-free organic roll. Seriously, type A, much? But this blog isn’t called Mom seeking earth crunchy-ness, it’s called Mom seeking Balance. And while many people will disagree with me, giving my son a McDonald’s hamburger (with apple slices) was my attempt at finding balance. It’s not happening all the time, but it happened, and that’s ok.
I feel like I am constantly being bombarded with things I shouldn’t do as a parent (let my kids watch TV, give them candy, use regular toothpaste, or let them play outside alone) and things I should (buy organic, use natural sunscreen, do craft projects, and make homemade bread). It’s exhausting. Tying to make all the right choices spirals into worrying over making the wrong ones. Striving to do all the “shoulds” is like fighting an unwinnable war with an unidentified enemy. By feeding my kids happy meals, I’m raising up my White Flag.
People may think I’m crazy, but visiting the “Golden Arches” was me declaring “I surrender.” It’s not so much a giving up as recognizing that something has to give.
My only real war is with myself. My battlefront is trying to live up to expectations that I set for myself for no apparent reason based on someone else’s research on someone else’s kids. I am revising my war strategy. I will be more flexible, more forgiving, and more free-spirited. I will allow for the “shouldn’t”s to enter my life, even those that come with risks. I will lighten up and loosen the reigns. I will give my kids a fast food hamburger and realize that the sky will not fall just because I’m afraid.
Just imagine where else I can find balance. Screen time, Snickers, shorts on a cool day? Who knows.