McDonald’s use of brilliant marketing strategies ropes kids in and keeps them coming back….often against the parents’ wishes. It works for us: my daughter currently has her mind set on getting the “purple doggy”, the recent Happy Meal toy.
As a result, we drove to 2 different McDonald’s last night without luck. This morning we had already been to another 2. We are still on the search and may have to call in the reinforcements: her daddy.
With this collection of happy meals, I’ve come to be mindful of the garbage produced from all it’s components:
– the cardboard box
– the chicken nuggets packaging
– the paper cup with ketchup
– the chocolate milk bottle and straw
– the yogurt bottle and tin foil sealer
– the plastic bag containing the apple slices
– the napkins and paper tray liner
– and depending on my mood, the unfinished ice cream cone and wrapper
Due to a recent trip to the city’s recycling depot, I had a heightened sensitivity towards garbage after dropping off a car load of recyclable materials. On the way home, Ella and I stopped by McDonald’s for lunch. Since recycling was in the forefront of my mind, I felt sickened at the thought of throwing Ella’s happy meal in the garbage like so many others before me have done.
Can you imagine the waste that accumulates from this repeated behavior? What makes it so much worse is that EVERY part of a happy meal can be salvageable for recycling. Depending on your city’s recycling program, all the packaging can be diverted from the garbage. Unfortunately, none of the material makes it that far because the facilities do not exist in restaurants or commercial businesses.
So I took it upon myself to take action!! I took it all home to recycle! In Metro Vancouver, we have a fantastic recycling program. We have a mixed paper recycling yellow bag for all paper products except newspaper. A blue bag for newspaper recycling. A blue box for metal cans/tin foil, plastics #1, 2, 4 and 5, and other food packaging. And a fabulous yard trimmings bin for all food waste such as meat, grains, dairy, fruit, vegetables and paper soiled products.
When I go the extra mile and take my recyclables to the city depot, I can return Styrofoam, mixed plastics, mixed metals, stretchy plastics (salad bags, suran wrap, plastic bags), paint, cooking oil, batteries, and glass. Taking advantage of all those choices, this is how an ENTIRE happy meal can be recycled:
– the cardboard box (uncontaminated)——————-mixed paper recycling
– the chicken nuggets packaging (uncontaminated)—-mixed paper recycling
– the paper cup with ketchup ——————————yard trimmings bin
– the chocolate milk bottle and straw ——————–blue box
– the yogurt bottle and tin foil sealer———————blue box
– the plastic bag containing the apple slices————-city recycling depot
– the napkins and paper tray liner————————-mixed paper recycling
– the unfinished ice cream cone and wrapper———–yard trimmings bin
Who would have thought that the only item that needs to be returned to the garbage can receptacle is the plastic serving tray?
Now this isn’t for everybody. Not everyone is thrilled to take their garbage home, clean it out and sort it into its allocated home. However, if you are conscientious, like me, I challenge you to take responsibility for your garbage. Cause if you don’t, it ends up here….
for my daughter and her generation to deal with.
Today, a request for a new perspective and attitude was answered through this inspirational 2 minute video:
So often I find myself caught up in my own world, blind to the beauty around me. I can’t see the wonder because I’m consumed with myself and my negative spiral of thoughts. I get in a funk and see everything with the same shade of glasses.
I currently find myself in that place right now. When I have this bad attitude, it’s so easy to blame others for my unhappiness and lack of seeing things correctly. However, as I write this, I’m convicted by this quote I discovered from Osho:
Consequently, I’ve been praying for a new frame of thought; a new perspective; a new wisdom. In essence, I need a renewal of my mind. I’m excited to share that I received it today!!
If I change my words, change my attitude, change my thoughts…I change my world!
So what are the words that are coming out of my mouth that restrict the flow of life to myself or others? Usually they are words based in fear, doubt, and hopelessness: “I can’t”, “I don’t know how”, “it’ll never work”, “yeah, but…” These statements all contribute to my reality in a negative way.
Furthermore, what are the colored glasses I’m wearing that are skewing my perspective? Typically they are attitudes rooted in jealousy, comparison, judgement, ingratitude, bitterness, resentment, and score keeping.
When I find myself stuck in my circumstances, thoughts or attitudes, I’m left to wonder when it will change. I get fixated on someone else’s behavior and think that my reality will only change when they change first. However, I am then reminded of the words of Victor Frankl:
I must first change myself: accept the things I cannot change and have the courage to change the things I can (The Serenity Prayer). Rather than looking for a fix to the specific problem, I need to first look beyond the problem at the bigger picture. It’s turns out to be a much bigger gift…a changed perspective and mindset to not only see the specific problem differently, but to handle and cope with life in a different way. I believe God is not particularly interested in rescuing me from my particular woe. Instead, He wants to change me. He’s way more interested in the whole puzzle rather than a specific piece. Additionally, He is more concerned with my character and heart than finding a solution to my current temper tantrum.
So how do I change my mind, attitude, and words?
For me, I am learning to search for the Word of God. His Word has power and life. His promises are backed by the honor of His name. He spoke and the world was created…Wow! His truth gives me the courage to change and the hope that everything will be ok in the end.
“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
2 When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.”
PS. As I wrote this, I had constant struggle and frustration with my toddler. As she was climbing all over me, I was riddled with annoyance and impatience. I was continually challenged to change my attitude and heart towards her. It’s a process I am continually working out.
If you are anything like me, you get caught up with the crazies of life. I so often feel like I’m headbutting with my daughter… both of us wanting to spend my time differently. I want to focus on my own interests yet she has her own interests for me to focus on. The result of my frustration leads me to wonder why I chose to be a mother.
I’m constantly wrestling with my own desires and pleasures rather than sacrificing my life for my daughter. Whether I’m trying to fold the laundry or talk to an employee, I get easily irritated when my daughter is demanding my attention with the most obnoxious behavior she can muster up.
Consequently, my resentful and annoyed attitude results in a feeling of guilt. Then my mind is confused with a slough of questions:
– Is this normal?
– Is this a character flaw of mine?
– Shouldn’t I have a maternal instinct and desire to give my whole being to my daughter?
– Why am I so entrepreneurial, driven and task focused?
– Why don’t I have the same passion for my family as I do my business, hobbies and interests?
– Should I be giving up my life until my daughter moves out and then pursue my interests?
– Or is it healthy to have my own passions in order to be a positive role model for my daughter?
– Is motherhood about doting on our children at their every whim?
– Or is it perfectly normal to have the push and pull of trying to keep our identity and individualism?
– Where is the balance between caring for our children but also caring for ourselves?
Sometimes I feel like I’m the wrong gender. My husband doesn’t get hassled for focusing more on his business than his family. But I constantly feel like I should be giving up everything for my family. It seems like I need to deny myself so my family can have a better life. Consequently, I think of the image of a mom washing the dishes after dinner while she looks out the window at her family laughing and having fun outside.
Is that the image of motherhood? Is that what’s expected of me? Do I suppress my interests for the sake of my family to pursue theirs? It feels kinda twisted. Why is my husband free to enjoy his life…hockey, fishing, hunting…while I slave away at home? Why can’t I have interests, hobbies and passions of my own? How can I foster these qualities in me while still focusing on my family?
I think part of the problem I’m struggling with is my perception of motherhood. I compare my whole life (what I do and don’t do) to the 1 or 2 hours I see in someone else’s life. Their life may look perfect in the moment, but they too have imperfections. They may be super great at charity work, but perhaps their house looks like it was hit by a bomb or they are estranged from their husband and children.
So then I’m left with: who sets these standards that I’m trying to live up to? The answer is ME! Fortunately it’s me because that means I can change them. Whoo hoo! I can grant myself my own freedom by simply changing my standards and rules.
While I focus on giving myself the freedom to be messy, imperfect and out of balance, I’m often reminded of this quote I found on Pinterest:
“I don’t want to look back on my life in twenty years and realize that I wasted the precious time I had with my children by living in a state of perpetual distraction” – Undivided Mom
As a result, I am forced to remember why I’m doing what I’m doing. I’m faced with the decision to let go of my own interests and desires for the benefit of my family’s. I’m left humbled knowing that what I think is important really isn’t that important after all. My goal is to be an undivided mom.
I thought this would come naturally when I become a mother. Perhaps it does for some, but it doesn’t for me. A great place for me to start is with Kayse Pratt’s book, “Undivided Mom.” I’m hoping it will loosen the grip of my guilt and help me to enjoy my family more. Until then, I will continue along this journey, anticipating it will get easier when Ella starts gymnastics on Monday. Then I can finally sit down and read my book!