First, about having a ‘natural child’. As I sit negotiating with some emailers about items I’ve listed for sale on Craigslist, I hear clanging coming from the backyard. Particularly, clanging against a fence. It seems my 7 year old, and some neighbor children, are playing a game with a ball, kicking it against the fence. Not my fence, my neighbors brand newly installed fence they’re renting. Its their son, so I’m certain it’s alright. But I see many more children out there, more than there has been, as this is a new development that’s being built daily, so more and more people are moving here, and of course, more and more children come out to play. One particular young lady came over with her friend, bribing her sister to “c’mere” because she had a can of orange soda. Bleck. My son didn’t even look at her, while every other child stared at her, drooling, as if they were in a desert and she was holding the only water they’d ever see.
It amazes me how fixated children and people in general are on toxic substances. And I’m just referring to the additives and stuff in food and personal care products, I’m not even touching tobacco or worse. Seriously though, the amount of things they pour into foods nowadays makes me wonder if the FDA isn’t just a figment of my imagination. How can they allow it?
Ever wonder why you see “organic” versions of your favorite products nowadays? Could be that the recent surge of people wanting organic items seemed too delicious of an idea to pass up, as a way to add to their already outrageous fortunes. Could be. Or it could be that they know the behind the scenes info, that the nonsense they fill their products with are going to wind them in court someday for the damage they do. Whoopsie! Better come up with organic versions now, and phase out of the other stuff so, by the time the ‘news gets out’, we’re in the clear. Yeah, that’s what I think.
I lost my original point. Ah yes, my healthy son.
Yeah, got it.
I’m glad (and thankful, HA!) to see my son is really paying attention when it comes to these things. I swear, I wish I could print out pamphlets to start passing around. But I don’t have the money to do that. I just hope that my talking about this stuff, repeatedly to people, will eventually cause it to sink in.
Very very thankful for what I have, and for what I might be able to do to help someone else.
On to Wordless Wednesday (or, not so Wordless Wednesday, heh)