We weren’t always this way: a food allergy family. We’ve always been interested in, concerned about, and in love with food. One of the first things Joey did to win my heart was to make me dinner (pasta with cauliflower, pancetta and sage. Next? Seared Ahi Tuna steaks with a sesame Seed crust. This guy can cook.) Real, slow, whole, non-GMO and organic were buzz words we paid attention to before food started turning on us. Now we pay attention to allergen labels too, things like contains milk, gluten free, made on shared equipment with wheat, and may contain peanuts. It’s made things even more complicated around here–and expensive.
Negotiating our family’s disparate food allergens and sensitivities was not easy at first. I cried myself home from the grocery store every time I went in those early days. I would just start to get a handle on how to steer clear of one taboo food when another offender popped up out of nowhere. Frustration turned into anger, anger turned to sadness, and sadness turned into despair. I felt singled out. Attacked. Jealous of other normal families who didn’t have to treat food like a foe out to destroy them. (Clearly, I didn’t deal with the mounting pressure very well.)
I cried. I prayed a lot, not for healing exactly, but for answers. I demanded, “Why, God? Why us? Where did these things come from? Why does gluten wrack my body with pain? Why do peanuts dot my little girl’s face with splotches, red and hot? Why does cow’s milk make my baby boy sick and swollen? Aren’t these foods you made? Why are they suddenly turning on us?” God didn’t give me a clear cut answer, but He did sustain me through those early days. The more I prayed, the more I learned, and the more I learned, the more disillusioned I became with the Standard American Diet, so the more we started bending toward clean eating.
Let me be clear: our diet is not perfectly clean. Sometimes I buy my little guy a tub of over-priced dairy free yogurt because the little guy’s heart explodes with happiness over such a treat. I don’t freak out if my kids enjoy a lollypop when they find the Lemur at Trader Joe’s. The kids eat Cheerios now and then. I’ve traded in my frenetic attitude toward food for a healthier perspective (most of the time), doing the best I can with what I’ve got, continuing to pray the kids outgrow their allergies but preparing myself for the long haul. I’m thankful to be at a place where we’re not floundering under the weight of it anymore, but goodness I remember those early days as being really, really hard.
Your family might be struggling with food allergies too. Or maybe you’re disillusioned with the Standard American Diet like I was and are doing the best you can to feed your family well in spite of it too. I won’t pretend to have all the answers here, and really–I probably can’t offer much other than a sympathetic shoulder to cry on and a glimpse into our family’s food world. I get it–I really do. You feel separate and left out, and sort of feeling like you want to scream at the top of your lungs and ask, “WHY US?” (Don’t deny it. I know it’s true because I’ve been there.)
I don’t know why some families are struck with food allergies and some aren’t. I don’t know why some kids are prone to food allergies and some aren’t. I don’t know why some folks suddenly find themselves scrambling to figure out what’s making them so sick in adulthood, like I did. What I do know is figuring out how to feed ourselves and our families well is important, and you are not alone out there, though it may feel that way. I’m here, limping through the grocery store right along with you. Welcome.
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