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I'm Killing My Kids

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I'm killing my kids.

It's as simple as that.  No matter where I turn there is something I am doing completely wrong that is harming them.

It is so depressing to read the blogs, articles and links all over Facebook explaining in great detail all the things we should be doing differently as parents and as a society.  And maybe so.  I admit it, we're a world full of idiots!  We are destroying the Earth and ourselves.  But at what point will I find comfort in what I'M doing?

Food, GMO, hybrid--everything I'm feeding my family isn't good.  Even if it's fruit and vegetables I have conversations with friends about whether it's organic or not.  Some blow off organic to mean nothing different at all, others hold it in high regard.  Either way, I'm left staring down at the food wondering, "What the heck?!"  Am I making it so my children and grandchildren will not be able to reproduce because we're eating regular popcorn?

I recently read a blog heavily criticizing the term "playdate" and how we're ruining our kids by all this structured nonsensical activity.  He stressed the importance of dumping your kids off at another persons house and being good with it.  Or picking up the phone and asking "Jill" to ride her bike over to play.  The era of helicopter parents.

We hired a sleep trainer for $500 to tell us the ROCKING CHAIR had to go.  We were even doing SLEEP wrong.

Between sunscreen killing us, the garbage in the ocean, the genocide overseas, and people telling me I can't use the term "playdate" or I need to FORCE my child to try a bite of their dinner, wheat being the problem, soy being the problem, corn being the problem, not even sure if you can buy vegetables from the Farmer's Market!!  

I throw my hands up!  I'm done!  I know I'm doing the best I can as a parent.  And frankly, I think I'm doing a pretty ok job.  My point is I'm sick of the negativity.  All the shouldn't do, shouldn't have--it gets EXHAUSTING. 

The guilt is EXCRUCIATING.  I realize the day a woman conceives the guilt sets in.  A mother's guilt lasts an eternity.  OY!

I guess all I can do is stop being inundated.  Ignore!  Stop reading the blogs and articles.  The information age is a killer!  I shall put on my blinders, make the best choices I can for my family and if that ends up killing us, so be it.

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