Thursday, August 17, 2017

the things we do for our children

I need to talk about this. 

I continue to take the kids fishing. Over the weekend, Jon's parents came over to visit. They brought Edith her own fishing pole and got a tackle box for Elden so naturally they wanted to go to the pond that night. I cut up hot dog (because I still can't bring myself to sacrifice worms) and off we went.

Last trip, it was the swallowed hook incident that left me unsettled. 

This trip, it was the ole hook through the eye socket incident.


I'm not going to lie: I hate everything about this. Jon keeps telling me he thinks I should be vegan because when he tries to discuss the awful reality of the meat and dairy industry I immediately shut down and yell at him to shut up. The problem with me being vegan is that I greatly enjoy meat and dairy. More so dairy than meet (I would probably willingly join a cult whose entire religious existence revolved around cheese where I would quickly rise through the ranks to be the Queen Cheese due to my sheer devotion to that moldy goodness), but I just don't have the willpower to avoid it all together. That took a weird turn, but my point is that I feel immensely guilty that we are hurting these fish in the name of sport.

But my children greatly enjoy it and I greatly enjoy seeing my children happy, so I do it.

But it sucks. More for the fish than for me, but still.

I hate it. Why can't my children enjoy crocheting? Knitting? Anything that doesn't involve piercing flesh when done properly? How can I atone to the fish for my sins against them? 

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