A few months ago, folks in my social media feeds were chatting and sharing a meme about different kinds of moms. While I enjoyed it too, something about it kinda dug in my craw, especially the way the so-called "hippie" mom was portrayed. I couldn't figure out why until a few days ago, as I was reflecting on the day while making my own homemade granola. I am a hippie mom, and there are lots of misunderstandings and other things hippie moms are tired of hearing about when it comes to ourselves, our parenting choices and what it means to be a "hippie."
I suppose I should have realized this sooner. After all, the evidence has been mounting for years now: I wear my hair naturally, I gave birth to my still-breastfeeding, still-babyworn toddler at home, I use coconut oil for everything, I use eco-friendly disposable diapers and feel extraordinarily guilty about it: I mean, the list goes on. However, I'm also really geeky and I research everything and I'm occasionally competitive; in other words, I'm lots of other things that aren't necessarily part of the "hippie mom" profile. I guess that's part of the trouble with classifying moms in general: we all have elements of lots of different "types" within us, so it's easy for others to overlook what's really true about us as individual human beings, when all they see is the general "type" they think we belong to.
Contrary to what the following tropes might suggest, hippie moms are just as caring, capable, and intelligent as any other moms, and we're kinda sick of people acting like we don't have it this whole parenting together just because we're hippies. Let's be real: nobody has it all together, because that's what binds us as humans. Hey, at least hippie moms have super soft skin as we flail through this mom life. (Thanks, coconut oil.)