Dreaming About Good Footprints

Today, S woke up and saw the snow. She immediately asked me if it was Christmas. My heart sunk as I realized that someday, not only will I have to have the difficult conversations about the birds and the bees, but I will also have to tell my kids the story of how we are ruining our earth and other things that are difficult to swallow. I told her calmly No, sweetie, it is climate change. Because that’s what it is. We are failing our habitat. 

When B was 4 weeks old, I went to vote. It was crappy out. I had a wild 18 month old and a newborn with me. The line was 3 hours long at the first poll. I HAD to vote. I LOVE voting. A sympathetic woman helped me carry my things the 3 blocks from where I (illegally) parked. When we reached the line, the attendant took one look at my hot mess self and told me to try the courthouse because it was going to be several hours. S was having none of it, and I was struggling. So off I went to the alternative polling place. I walked another 3 blocks to get inside, unloaded my kids through 2 metal detectors, and hiked up 2 flights of (thank god) escalators. The line was much shorter. We walked out after the vote and had a nice temper tantrum and screech for boob on the walk back to the car. I cried. For many reasons. I was overwhelmed and sweating. My babies were hungry. I was going to get to tell them about my voting experience one day. I was proud. I was sad. Later that day, I would tell hubs that my voice was not heard as a crocodile tear dripped into my much needed wine. 

Back to this morning. I got super sad as we approach Earth Day (also S’s bday) when the notion of climate change is so evident. I am part of the problem. Sure, I try to do my best to keep track of my wastefulness, but convenience has taken me over. I use wipes more than a person should admit. I toss out more diapers than I should also admit. And yet, I cried the day I felt like my little voice wasn’t heard when I voted. But here I am, watching the EARTH tell me that my voice is most certainly heard. I punch her each time I toss a wipe and a coffee cup. I am a part of the problem as I sit here typing around my empty disposable coffee cup. 

So, this year in honor of my #freespirit / #flowerchild Earth Day baby, I am going to do the following because I know my my carbon footprint is heard: 

-No more coffee in disposable cups. Bring one, or home brew. Sidenote: This will solve my Starbucks problem. I hope. Who am I kidding. Coffee is life. 

-Crank that thermostat to just a couple degrees off of what I consider “total comfort”. 

-Walk more, drive less (ok, I need to get some cooperation from the lady I am trying to help here- this snow has got to stop!)

-Use less wipes. Towels work just fine. Sure, baby wipes are the swiss army knife of parenting, but I can do without using them for every. last. thing. 

-Shower for less time … oh wait. I am a mom. I don’t get to shower enough. I’m good there. #problemsolved

-TEACH my kids that we DO have a voice and a footprint. We are the future of this great world. Recycle. Be resourceful. Vote. Do all the things that make the good footprints. 

 Finn kiddos using reusable cups. 
Finn kiddos using reusable cups. 

Published by alimfinn

30 something mama of 3 looking to crush motherhood and share some stories along the way!

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