Hi,
My name is "Bwings" and I was destined to be a Hippie Mom.
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| Baby Bwings |
Was having a discussion with one of my neighbors this weekend and she said how much like me my daughter is. She said, "you two are such hippies." I smirked and nodded saying, "Actually, recently I have accepted this as a fact." It's not that I was ever ashamed of my passion for earth and it's creatures. But the image of a hippie always made me think of pot smoking, acid dropping, free spirited nudist. None of which I was.
Growing up, as early as 6 years old I told my mother I wanted to be a vegetarian. I was always very gentle with creatures, if I found a worm in a puddle I liberated it off the road so it would not meet it's demise. My mother, who was terrified of spiders, found she had to accept my need to free the house drawn creatures. I'd hear my mother scream and run for the vacuum. Before she got there I'd have the spider in a cup and be headed for the nearest window/door. It was the same with all bugs and critters no matter how ugly. In fact the uglier the critter the braver I thought it was. To live in a world as ugly as it, had to be hard. Few people coo over a rat, but show them a bunny and they go gaga in comparison.
I used to LOVE listening to my mothers Psychedelic Rock music on her record player. Sure I mixed it up with modern stuff but there was something so empowering about those old tracks. They sang to me, about not letting the man keep you down, about being yourself. Skipping, of course the drug themed ones, I would rock out to them in my room, occasionally flicking my light on and off to create a strobe like effect of myself in the mirror. Oh what I wouldn't have given for a strobe light as a kid.
As a pre-teen I hated when my dad would set a rat trap or mouse trap. By my teen years I'd done enough research and would set up a humane trap in my room. I did this by dangling a piece of a peanut butter sandwich from my ceiling over a bucket, there would be a ramp leading up to the bucket and inside there would be candy wrappers to generate a noise if I caught anything.
At 17 I almost caught a mouse, hearing the commotion near my bucket trap I crept out of bed. It was early in the morning and with the dark curtains I could barely see. I didn't want this mouse to meet it's death at the hands of one of the traps set throughout the house. I cautiously approached, unfortunately I was so focused on the mouse heading towards my bucket I didn't spot the corner of the shelf approaching my eye. SMACK of course I didn't catch a mouse that night, all I caught was a bloody face and a scar to show my love for animals.
About a year or so ago I became easily identifiable as a hippie, and since being a mom I must say the
Although "Asmerus" remains quietly on the fence about some things he is terrified of some others. I guess you could call him the hypocritical hippie (he helped acquire this title I'm not a name-caller). He does not agree with the slaughterhouse but, unlike myself, eats meat. He is worried about the chemicals around us but tries instead to not think about it. As I've started this project though I've discovered he reads my blog and has made note of what to avoid buying. There could be no more perfect a match than he and I on this topic. For although he doesn't fully support his own morals he stands behind mine as I continue to evolve into who I was meant to be.
So what does that mean for our daughter? Well given that her father isn't a full-fledged hippie himself I'd say she has the world at her fingertips. However, she certainly has taken an incredible resemblance to myself as a child. She loves animals, thrives outdoors and prefers to be naked and barefoot as compared to running in shoes. When people see photographs of the two of us they say, as my neighbor said, "You guys are such hippies."
Of course for our daughter it is more of a visual comparison as she hasn't yet verbalized her desires or morals. Nor am I sure she's even formulated them. I do have hopes for her as she grows to maintain her kind nature towards the earths creatures as well as a respect for her surroundings. This is something both I and her father share, it's just not an identity for him. You could say I wear my heart on my sleeve when it comes to my morals where as he sits quietly in reflection on them.
Well I'll sign you off with a fun fact from this week's blog. Our daughter was a Hippie straight from the womb ;)
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| The beast flashing a Peace sign in utero |
That's all for now, from your friendly neighborhood hippie mom.
*(photos below the fold)*
Some photos of the hippies in their natural habitat.
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| Co-Sleeping |
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| Pedestrian |
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| Child-wearing |
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| Nudist playing dress-up |
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| Bus-riding |
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Child-wearing
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