I’ve read and saluted many a post about ditching the Mum Guilt, but I have to confess…I failed at ditching it today.
Now, I was born in 1981, and raised as a child of the 80’s. I blame my youth culture, but I do have one guilty pleasure. Or should that be Guilty McPleasure, with fries please. And, the classic irony, a diet coke.
The hubby and I don’t have a bad diet or standard of living. We far from eat crap. But, in our pre children days we could often be found rolling out of Nandos at the weekend, or of a Sunday Morning hangover cure MaccyDs. In fact, the hubby spent his gap year not digging a well in Africa, but working in Burger King (he has never yet cooked me a flame grilled whopper though, in case you were wondering). It was enough to send him running to the hills of University after 12 months, but not enough to deter him from a cheeky dirty burger at any opportunity (probably most lunch breaks, after his ham sandwhich has been binned in disgust).
Our kids were not weaned on chips or burgers. No, we blended butternut squash and froze up cauliflower cheese into ice cube trays like the best of them. We were horrified when Nanny tried to feed our 13 month old chocolate buttons that Easter, and we bought special ‘baby crisps’ for probably way longer than necessary.
But, here we are, with a (almost four year old) daughter who can recognise the Golden Arches from a mile away, and affectionately requested ‘Donald Duck’ for dinner when we asked her what she would like as a special post injections tea. Does that make us bad parents? Are you horrified?
But, is it so bad? I’m asking myself of course as much as I’m asking you. If a kid has good proper home cooked dinners most days (to the point I probably need to chill a bit more and for my own sanity have a few more fishfinger days).
I’m somewhat lost with the healthy kids eating too…I mean, our health visitor advised us to offer jam sandwhiches as an ideal first finger food. Full fat cheese and milk are all good…but raisins and grapes are too sweet. Hold on, didn’t the dentist say Milk is bad for teeth too…I thought milk was great for teeth?
And bread…keeping kids alive for generations…has too much salt? Brown has too much fibre? White is too processed?
And don’t even get me started on sugar, the devil, and whether it’s better or worse than sweetners? Someone recently told me that low sugar options are far worse than full sugar because of all the artificial sweeteners. Oh God, now I’m really confused!
I’m not daft, and I realise an apple or a carrot is better for my kids than a chocolate bar. Things truly aren’t that bad…our kids could and would eat fruit all day, and the veg is always first to be cleared from their plates. To the point I’ve actually told them ‘no more fruit, have a biscuit’ for fear of dealing with horrendous stomach consequences.
So I’m sure it’s not just my very occasional trip to see Ronald McDonald (where did he go?) that’s keeping the multi ker squillion pound organisation going. We’ll enjoy a little of what we fancy, in sensible moderation.
But, I would love to see some Mums faces if we sent out invites to a McDonalds birthday party…now that’s a throwback that should make a comeback. Complete with the freaky clown.
Would I be cast to the sin bin of parenting failure? Or would they all smile, and breathe a huge sigh of relief, that we can all stop hiding the happy meal toys, and embrace our McGuilty pleasures together. Every now and then, of course.