Being the Cavemom isn’t easy, by any means.
Being a parent in general is a tough and thankless job, and although it’s rich with rewards, it’s stressful as all hell. Being so newly-minted as a Cavemom that the shine hasn’t worn off yet, I’m finding myself dealing with my own set of challenges. Not unique, by any means, but holy crap, they are aggravating!
Now, I’m not one of the die-hard paleo heads. I don’t rock the Vibram Five Fingers (although I did try running barefoot. Once.), I eat cheese. I let my kids pick what they want to eat sometimes, and purposely look the other way when they stuff themselves silly with cupcakes at a family gathering. I take full advantage of modern conveniences- like the microwave.
I don’t flip out over BPA’s in our canned tomatoes or micromanage my Omega-6’s. I don’t subscribe to a fully self-sustained lifestyle (although we are testing the waters of urban homesteading little by little), eat all grass-fed and pastured goods, homeschool the kids, shop only at the Farmer’s market and get solely raw/free-trade/organic handmade goods.
While I applaud the efforts of anyone who does any one of these things (and if you do more than one, I bow down to you. You are awesome), it just doesn’t work for us, for any number of reasons.
And you know what?
We’re okay with that.
Little by little, we are redefining what we are and who we are as individuals and as a family. We don’t have all the answers, and in some cases, we may never find them… but we are trying. We’re teaching the kids- and ourselves- to do better, to be better in lots of little ways.
I hope to share it all with you- the rantings, ramblings, and ruminating (gosh, how can you pass all that up)- and I hope you’ll share too!