The Why-For?

As a busy working mom and wife, finding time to live a truly intentional life that is socially responsible at the same time is a challenge. I constantly find myself cutting corners and doing things that I know are lazy because, quite frankly, I'm just tired.

This blog is about my journey to live a more intentional life, starting with a revolution in my kitchen.

So why the kitchen? Well, everyone knows it's the center of the home. It's where everyone comes together at the end of the day. But it's also the place where we spend less and less time as the years tick by- fast food, processed food, frozen food... they've taken over our freezers and our cabinets. Gone are the days (for most of us) where a successful year meant a full pantry of canned beans, tomato sauce, jellies.

So how do I really think that a kitchen revolution can change my life? First of all, I'm going to help my family become healthy. I'm sickened when I look in my cupboard and see cheese puffs and pop tarts. I cringe when the eyes of my five year old light up at the sight of sugar frosted cereal. And I hate handing over my money to a huge grocery store chain, knowing that the farmers who produced the food I'm going to eat are barely making a sustainable living.

Next, I want to bring my family closer together. I want to be able to spend time with them, teach them skills (mom will be learning right along with them) and teach them how to make good choices.

Finally, I want to teach my children about being good citizens of this earth. Are we taking more than we give back? Do we make responsible choices with the food we eat? How can we translate the responsibility we're learning towards our food to other aspects of our lives?

My mind is just overflowing with topics I want to cover here but need to take this one day at a time. Speaking of one day at a time, what exactly prompted me to start this blog today?

TODAY we brought in our first cucumber from the garden. This may sound trivial to many, but the fact that someting is growing in my yard, something that I actually WANT in my yard, is a revolution in and of itself.

My kids carried it in to the house like it was the proverbial golden egg. We laid it gingerly on the cutting board (after washing it, of course), brought out our biggest knife and laid into that baby. I knew we had reached a measure of success when my husband ate a slice and said, "Hm. It's actually good". Let the revolution begin.