Monday, February 28, 2011

Granola

I have quite a few friends who refer to themselves as "crunchy."  When I use that term while talking to my husband I have to explain it, so for those of you who may not know, they call themselves that because they're a bit like granola -- a bit hippy.  I have no problem with them being this way.  Everyone is allowed to have their own style of beliefs and living, even if I don't agree with all of the things they think.  And I don't.
They are gung-ho for cloth diapering.  I'm okay with that.  If we decide that it will save us money, I'm willing to look into that.  I just get tired of hearing about it ALL the TIME.
They like to talk about breast-feeding.  Okay.  Nothing wrong with breast-feeding.  I plan to participate in that if God blesses me with kids.  I don't want to make a spectacle of myself doing it, though.  I don't want it to make me think that I am more important than another woman who doesn't breast-feed or that it means I should be given priviledges that other people don't have.  Sorry, but women have been breast-feeding for years and not required any extra help or attention before now.  What makes us so entitled?
They are against Disney princesses.  Quite honestly, I feel sorry for the Disney princesses.  I understand that they don't want their daughters to grow up being helpless or feel like they can only marry a prince, but haven't they ever heard of moderation?  Yes, let your daughters be who they are without making them wear ONLY pink or tiaras or whatever, but what if they want to wear pink?  Isn't that okay, too?  I love fairy tales.  I love pink.  I love being girly.  Does that make me not as good as girls who don't like that stuff?  No.  So, why not give your daughter the option of it?
This post is not to complain about my crunchy friends.  It's not even to say they're wrong.  I have just discovered that lately I have seen so many posts on blogs and facebook that I just skim over the post to see if it's one of "those" posts and then roll my eyes and go on with my life, saying I want to be nothing like them.  I've actually started praying that God keep me from wanting so much to be unlike them that I go too far in the opposite direction.  I guess I just want to be able to make up my own mind and make my own decisions.  So, I appreciate that they are making their own decisions.  I just hope that when I have kids, my decisions won't wear on my friends' nerves because I feel like I need to speak of nothing else.  And I hope they can see where I'm coming from and respect me and my decisions, too.

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