Every once in a while my husband and I do a vegan detox. No meat, no dairy. No caffeine, no alcohol, and no sugar. For two weeks.
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I’m blessed to have some particularly fantastic men in my life. With my incredible husband, sons, and brothers, my wonderful my brother-in-law, nephews, and friends, and the memory of very special, very loving father – I’ve won the lottery of great men.
But this post is not for them. Sorry, guys. This one is for my gurls.
A friend of mine described herself this way a few months back, and I thought it was awesome. She was making a point that she’s old enough and wise enough to make decisions for herself without having to ask anyone’s permission. I loved it, and I was kind of jealous. Even at 44, I’ve always kind of felt like a kid in a grown-up’s world. Maybe it’s because I’m the youngest of my five siblings or that for the longest time at work, I was the youngest person (and usually the only girl) in most every meeting room. Lord knows that hasn’t happened in a while, but that feeling of being a little girl in a big man’s world stuck.
There are moments as a parent when you wonder why in the world you would ever have taken this on. It seems too much, both from a risking-your-heart standpoint, and from an oh-my-god-I-had-no-idea-how-exhausting-this-would-be standpoint.
But then there are those moments when you could almost drown in the love for your child. Or, as my husband and I refer to it, that moment when you wish you could unhinge your jaw and swallow your child whole.