What Evie Eats – Part Deux
I’m happy to see that my last post, showing the nourishing foods our sweet little niece is eating, was so well received. So, here’s the next round of photos I received from my sister.
Most of you know that our daughters are grown now, strong and healthy are they from these nourishing, traditional foods. I got, and get, a lot of questions about how we navigated the onslaught of junk in our modern world. It’s everywhere! From family members that thwart your efforts to endless school functions that, for some reason, necessitate neon cupcakes, to sports teams teaching kids that sugar is fuel, to time spent with other friends eating junk… The garbage is everywhere.
How did we handle this? Well, I’m going to be proud and say, “successfully”. What that success looks like to us is three grown daughters that have carried on living independently, still eating the traditional foods, centered around nourishing animal products, that they grew up with. Three young women with strength, clear minds, that are physically, mentally, and emotionally sound and that now teach their friends about nutrition.
But how, the details. Meals were never different, everyone ate the same with different volume. Didn’t like it, you didn’t eat. Nourishing foods were eaten first. All meals and snacks came from our house. School lunches or treats were a “no and here’s why….” or I sent an alternative. Birthdays, treats, parties: I’d ask what was being served and send an alternative which they were all too happy to have because it was a treat after all. We kept sugar out and sweets to a bare minimum so when they did have a summer ripe peach with a blob of raw cream, they recognized it as special and decadent.
They met our farmers. They were taught about the industrial food system and how marketing tactics manipulated them. They were taught about the ethics and values we held around food. I read them labels and talked about fats. They learned about traditional cultures. They were shown that what is here now is not what has always been and it is not normal. We feasted with like minded humans so they could see we weren’t alone. I had very firm and direct boundaries with family and friends and those were respected or consequences paid.
Yes, you have to be a warrior for your children in this upside down world. Yes, you have to be willing to be uncomfortable and have people actually dislike you because of your choices. People will read your decisions as judgments on their own – not all people, but many. Some may even get angry, tell you about all the horrors surely waiting to befall your family because you want to nourish your babes.
It’s bullshit. If you know how to nourish your children, it’s your responsibility to do so in spite of the obstacles. Now, more than ever, it’s hard to fight the convenience tsunami that delivers illness, but it doesn’t matter. It has to be done anyway.
Our daughters are 27, 23, and 16. I have proof, I don’t need anyone’s theories. I hope all of you parents with small children, fighting the food fight, find some small measure of comfort from an old mama that’s been there, done that, has three shining examples of what comes out of all that hard work.
Rock on. This world needs all the healthy humans we can muster.