When the kids were little, I started to notice a weird trend…wherever we went, there had to be snacks. It wasn’t the kids’ doing, it was totally the parents. Snack sign-up sheets were passed out at the first parent meeting of pretty much EVERY activity my kids did from toddlerhood on. Playdates were carefully planned so that snack time became kind of stressful, like a “WHAT AM I GOING TO FEED THESE KIDS?” sort of experience. Instead of just letting them play.
Back in the old days, there were no snacks. We didn’t have snack time, parents didn’t bring snacks to sporting events, and we sure didn’t expect anything after an every.single.activity. Halloween, Christmas, and birthday parties at school were a HUGE deal…probably because they involved treats. Something which was….well, a treat. We also walked up hill both ways to school, for the record.
In fairness, I’ll be the first to admit, I am a grazer…which is totally different than a snacker. I like to graze on small portions all day–I get that aspect of snacking. But, I don’t get the need to build a snack time into every single thing you do. I really don’t see the need to provide all kids with one uniform parent-bought snack that inevitably only appeals to about 50% of the kids. It seems like a huge waste of money, time, and food.
I thought I was just kind of getting crotchedy in my near-empty-nester age, but it turns out I am totally not alone. My buddy, Lola, told me she once suggested that they cut out snacks after her kids’ soccer games, and the other parents “looked at her like she was a leper.” She felt like she had broken some sort of cultural vow to provide goldfish crackers and juice boxes to 10 other kids plus her own. I felt a little better about my resentment toward the snack-happy trend after that. Then, fast-forward a couple of months, and I found an article on treehugger about this.exact.thing. Vindicated, I tell ya! I just knew I couldn’t be alone in the single-serving-snack-pack obsessed world.
So, what do I do when I have a thought or opinion? I write it all down for YOU to see, in hopes that somewhere in the comments, I’ll find other people who would love to jump off the Teddy-Grahams-after-an-hour-of-playing bandwagon…