Snack Time!

So, I read this article — “Against Snacks: A Mother’s Manifesto.”
And I instantly felt guilt (ironic that is came from a Catholic site — which a family
member sent me to; I don’t visit these sites on my own).

When I read it I was like, “Yeah — no more snacks.” But then a voice in my head was
like, “But W realllly likes fishy crackers and gookies (a.k.a. cookies)” — you know the
voice, the one that makes you buy cheeseburgers and mini donuts at the fair.

It is the same voice that is allowing him to still be in a crib and use a soother and carry
his Guy (any soft blanket is named Guy — don’t ask, I don’t know) around all day with
him if the mood strikes.

My husband is much more firm; he says, “No, he doesn’t need a soother in the car,” “No,
he can drink from a cup, enough bottles,” and, “Yes, he is ready for a (race car) bed.”

On further reflection, I really just don’t think mommys should have manifestos — it’s
so hard. Mantras, yes. Manifestos, no. I think being a mommy is about being flexible.
Sometimes you snack, sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you are firm, sometimes you
aren’t.

-Tightrope Mama

[image: whole wheat goldfish crackers, recipe via Smitten Kitchen]