Excuse Me.

Excuse me if I'm staring,

But are your kids teeth missing too?

We're considering the option,

But there's so much to think through.

Excuse me for eaves dropping,

Did you say gluten free?

In a world of food allergies

That sounds heavenly to me!

Excuse me for asking,

But is your two year old still nursing?

Because In a day in age like this

It's as condemnable as cursing.

Excuse me for approaching you,

But is your toddler in a wrap?

It's nice to see an attached mother

Without her kid stuck on a strap.

Excuse me for repeating you

But did you say you DIDN'T hit?

It's wonderful that you have patience

When your child throws a fit.

Excuse for being nosey,

Is she still in our bed?

It's nice to have a united place

For you all to rest your head!

Excuse me for the questions,

But can we please meet again?

I don't want to seem intrusive,

But I could really use a friend.

Poem.

Sometimes words just come to me. They always have. I was feeling particularly pitiful yesterday, but after writing this I felt so much better.

I'm not sorry I filter everything,
Like what you can and can not eat,
I'm not sorry I approach with hesitation
Every new friend that we meet.
But will their parents question me,
When I "discipline" you with care,
Even when you're screaming or crying,
And I simply stroke your hair.
Or when we go on play dates,
And all their snacks have GMOS,
Or when the ice cream truck comes jingling
And not regretfully, I say no.
I'm not sorry that I'm raising you,
To question all you see,
Because in a world like ours today,
It's important to plant the seed.
Our shampoos are laced with chemicals,
So we use none instead,
Our meat is injected with toxic things,
To keep it nice and red.
Our milk is full of hormones,
Our food of GMOs,
Chemicals are sprayed all in our skies
And even on our clothes!
I want you to know you're everything
You are my moon and stars
It's not easy to defy the norm,
In fact...it's REALLY hard!
I don't hit you so you'll fear me,
You are truly my best friend.
Some people can't accept that,
They think it's just a "trend".
I'll raise you as nature intended,
Keep you close to me while we sleep.
Nurse you until my body stops,
Even if I'm labeled a "creep".
It's not easy to get called a threat,
Because we choose a path without shots,
Or keep you out of public school,
Because we want you to form your own thoughts.
It's because you are the future,
And I'm still healing from my past.
But most of all because you're my baby...
And you'll grow up too fast. 



I'm not apologizing anymore.