I tried to be a hippie mother but I failed big time.
I tried to have natural births. Twice. Ended up begging – and getting – for epidural. The second time so unnecessary that the effect only started after Beatrice was born.
I breastfed both as much as I could take, not as much as they wanted. Laura stopped breastfeeding when she 20 month old, partially because she wanted, partially because she was having cow’s milk on a bottle and I never tried to stop it or reduce it. Beatrice is 22 months old and is still breastfeeding, but for the last two months, there’s not a single evening that I wished she would quit.
I tried to be a good mother and don’t give them sugar before two. I tried but the rest of the world didn’t. So I gave up trying. At least I replaced refine sugar with demerara, muscovado and honey. Better than nothing.
I try to cook vegetables and encourange them to eat their greens. Beatrice is still doing good; Laura hates almost everything (she would eat some at the nursery though). It’s hard to give good examples when I’m not a fan myself and have to force myself to eat them. At least they eat lots of fruits.
I thought about using reusable nappies, but just thought about it. I still suffer with the amount of clothes I have to wash; I can’t imagine if I had to wash nappies too.
I tried eco friendly washing powder, conditioner, detergents, but I forget about them. I’m not very good with recycling either.
I don’t like leaving the girls on ipads and smart phones unattended. Not that I would veto these completely (how could I?) but I wanted to always be near them watching whatever they are watching and encouraging them to talk about it etc. Truth is: sometimes I use these things as an electronic nanny, so i have have time to do other stuff – or even, do nothing and have some quiet time.
They don’t go to MacDonalds and they don’t drink fizzy drinks (they tried lemonade though). They accept when I say that Coca Cola is not good for them and is only for adults (like beer). But what they do behind my back is something else.
I spend way too much time working. More time working than with them. Which is the opposite of my concept of hippie mother. And if I was more present, more patience, more dedicated, certainly my kids wouldn’t have had sugar before two, wouldn’t eat chips, watch weird videos on YouTube and would have their mother literally 24 hours a day.
I wanted to be a hippie mother, but maybe I just don’t it enough.