I wrote last month about Emma coming home from girls’ camp. Yesterday Kincade, who is one of my two children who is not always supportive of the “nutrition regime” around here, came home from camp. Tonight at the dinner table this conversation ensued:
Emma: “Mom, Cade thinks it’s stupid that we eat healthy.”
Cade (embarrassed): “Emma! I said that like a year ago!”
Me: “I know that. And I won’t lie: it hurts my feelings. But I believe that someday, Cade’s going to thank me for the way I fed him.”
Cade: “At Scout camp, where everybody was eating crap all the time, I really tried to eat healthy. And even though it was better than everyone else, it was worse than how we eat at home. I felt like crap the whole time. Now that I’ve been home for a day eating like we usually do, I feel a lot better.”
I’m in this for the long haul and I really believe that sticking it out, with our nutrition program that makes us different than most people, is so worth the sacrifices. My best friend of almost 30 years (who makes “rainbow smoothies” for her own three children) wrote me today and said this:
“I thought the shout-out to your mom on your blog on Mother’s Day was so cute. Of course I remember when you were a teenager and you were so completely disparaging of those whole wheat cookies & carrot juice. . . but what teenager wouldn’t be? And in the end it led you to where you are today.”
When they’re adults, our kids will have not only lots of nutritious plant food they’re used to and enjoy, and stronger bodies and minds—but they’ll also be smart enough to know why we did what we did, even if they don’t now. I hope and believe they’ll be more likely to transfer that example to their own children.