Our traditional family

A funny thing happened a while back when Ben’s school VP identified us (US?!) as a “traditional family” for complaining about too much screen time in class. After I got over the shock of reading that email, I burst into a fit of giggles, calmed down and then started laughing again! I had imagined many hurdles sending our sensitive, vegetarian child to kindergarten with stories of his two mothers and their eccentric habits (naked family dance parties, delivering instructions through song, having roommates, hosting Solstice soirées). I never imagined this.

It’s not totally out there, since we are part-time inhabitants of the organic, wear-your-baby world. But dude! I have a smart phone, share Google docs, blog… My partner A rocks social media, soaks in pop culture sites. We both use computers proficiently as part of our work and live for a movie night with take-out. We just think kids are smart enough to figure all that shit out later and should just be running around getting mud caked on their knees, paint under their nails, and fall laughing into a tired heap like puppies from dancing to live music or even CDs. Is that too much to ask?

And there you have it folks, you can be a big ol’ lesbo family but if you complain that the kids at school have too much screen time (it’s epic, a lot of people are upset) than you might as well camp out with the Amish.

E