Friday, May 22, 2015

Don't Call Me Crunchy


Today I'd like to tell you why I don't like the term "crunchy mom". When I was at the 2014 Great Cloth Diaper Change I heard someone refer to me as a "crunchy mom" for the first time, and let me just say that it was with a definitely negative connotation. I was breastfeeding my son Owen with one hand while I sorted through my diaper bag to find the cloth diaper that I wanted to use at the change. I had chosen the only shady place I could find to feed my son (because if I'm in direct sunlight for too long I burst into flames) so I was a little removed from the rest of the crowd. I saw a young couple walk by and heard a small part of their conversation. It went along the lines of "Smell the patchouli? I've never seen so many crunchy moms in yoga pants in once place in my entire life...." I was instantly irritated because a) I had made the extreme effort to dress up and wear actual pants that day and b) the term "crunchy mom" irritates me about as much as the term "belieber" does. And that's a lot.

 If you cloth diaper, breastfeed, co-sleep, baby-wear, make your own baby food, or had a midwife you are most likely a mom, or parent/caregiver of some kind. Right? But if you do any combination of the aforementioned things, you get a new title: crunchy mom. This grates on my nerves because I didn't choose to do any of the things listed above because they were trendy, or because they would give me something to talk about with the click of moms that hang out at our local playground. I chose to do those things (and I've done all of the things I listed) because they were what felt right for me and my baby. I didn't make my choices for bragging rights or because some celebrity did them, I made my choices with the best intentions for the little person I had just brought into the world.

Being a parent is hard enough without labels to isolate us into groups. It's not like breastfeeding moms should look at bottle-feeding moms at the park and say "You can't sit with us!" (I couldn't help the Mean Girls reference!). The way I look at it; you're a mom, I'm a mom, and our kids are driving us both bonkers. Let's be friends. I'm a mom, period.

Don't Call Me Crunchy