ElementalMom

Worth Defending

It’s been a long time, blog fans. I’ve been dealing with a ton of things I wasn’t emotionally ready to blog about, and they were all big enough that they kinda blocked out any other things I wanted to write about. So I’ve been having what singers refer to as “dark days”, where they spend their time being utterly silent, allowing their voices to rest.

Well, today, I’ve seen stuff I could not stay quiet about.

First, go read this article. Normally, I wouldn’t direct you to a Peggy O’Mara article, because I’m so pissed off at her antagonism towards EC, but this one is worth it.

OK, now go read this. And if you aren’t yet a member of PROTECT.org, sign up while you’re there. Oh, and since I’m on a tear, go watch this too.

So what’s the theme, here?

It doesn’t matter how much we love them. It doesn’t matter how much we care for and about them, whether we EC’d them, breastfed them and then provided them organic, locally-grown high-quality foods, coslept with them, put them in the carseats with the highest safety rating possible, researched their education options until we were cross-eyed, engaged only in positive discipline. It does not freaking matter.

They are under attack. Every minute of every day. If it isn’t for profit, it’s for sexual gratification.

Do I sound paranoid? Most likely. But I think Rep. Wasserman Schultz’s comments were clear enough. I do not think I’m exaggerating when I say that it does not matter what I do for my kids, if I fail to protect them.

Swimming lessons? Language, music, dance, art? Nope. Yello Dyno. Consumer awareness. And staying far away from people in white coats.

I have no wisdom, no great point. I’m as scared and as unsure of how precisely to make sure my kids are safe, as any other parent.

But I know this. I must not fail them.