I’ve been checking out some other blogs to see what they have to say about greening up Easter. It’s what you’d expect – recycled baskets, naturally-dyed eggs, healthier candy or non-candy gifts, and alternatives to fake, plastic grass. While there are many variations of these ideas I noticed that in the comments to these blogs there is one stand-out theme that eclipses them all. Tradition.
It is a once in a lifetime experience, being a spectator at the Olympic games: a green mama spectator at the green Olympic Games. The 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver is being billed as the greenest games ever, and that is in the eco sense of the word.
It’s summer. Even now that I am all grown-up, I long for the days of summer camp. Something I can share with my whole family: get me into a canoe, sitting around a campfire, and where someone else cooked (preferably no “bug juice” though). I grew up poor, yet I still got to go to summer camp growing up. I went to a YMCA summer camp, another focused around “creative expression.” I went to Girl Scout camp and horse-riding camp. I grew up in the city and spending a week in the woods was like magic.
My child will wake up from her nap in a moment and my good intentions to write my Mother’s Day blog will become yet more ominously close to NOT happening (at least until after the actual day).
Chicago will turn its lights out tomorrow for one hour. Last year Chicago participated in Earth Hour for the first time. I watched from the pier in Rogers Park as the entire city went dim (except for the Trump Tower--one phallic hold out). It was dramatic and beautiful and it saved a reported 7% of electricity. That is the carbon emissions equivalent of taking 1 million cars off the road for one hour.
Today, Earth Day turns 38. (Not the Earth, but the day itself). One of my favorite parenting websites (okay, this website is like a frenemy — love to hate it and hate to love it.) Anyway, they didn’t even mention Earthday on their daily email, they mentioned the new really expensive stroller I should buy.
My husband and I are environmentalists the way some people are Artists, or Christians, or Democrats. It defines how we live—how we shop, who we hang out with, what we read, and, of course, how we parent.
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