Maybe We Don't Miss the 80s After All
Lately I've been seeing people talk about "80s butter moms," and every time I do, I have to smile. Since my first baby was born in 1981, I suppose that officially makes me one of them. We cooked with butter because that's what everyone used. I baked bread because it was simply part of caring for my family. Cloth diapers hung on the clothesline, babies were held until they fell asleep, and somehow we managed to raise children without spending hours researching every parenting decision. Looking back, those years feel warm and familiar, but I don't think it's because life was perfect. Every generation has its own struggles. I think what many of us are really remembering isn't the butter. It's the pace. Life simply moved differently then. There wasn't a phone in my pocket reminding me of everything I hadn't done yet. If someone called and I wasn't home, they left a message or simply tried again another day. We didn't know what everyone el...
