Whenever I’m asked to close my eyes and go to my favorite place, I always find myself surrounded by hot, red sandstone. A breeze tickling my face as I completely relax, lizard-like, and absorb rejuvenating UV rays. It’s always a disappointment to come back to the reality of air conditioned buildings with few windows. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve still been known to use the A/C and I hate sweating when I’m wearing nice clothes, but in the early days of spring I get excited when I slip into my car and am met with warm air courtesy of the greenhouse effect.
Sometimes I think the sun gets a bad reputation because it’s been known to burn people, but it generally can be avoided with a little SPF 50 (my sun protection factor of choice). Cooper’s first pediatrician told me I should be giving him Vitamin D drops daily because although human milk has supposedly been the perfect thing for human babies for centuries, modern science has found it’s one flaw: lack of Vitamin D. I found this to be somewhat irksome since I don’t have deformed bones and never had supplements (and probably because I’d been previously reading a lot of “Hippie” childbirth books), but didn’t want to chance having the kid with rickets. Cooper hated the liquid vitamins and I only remembered to give them to him about once a week anyway.
Recently I’ve been reading an interesting book (Thanks for leading me to it Lina!) that absolved my guilt for letting my child wander down the slow path of deformity. Now I make sure Cooper and I spend a little time outside every day for our Vitamin D therapy. Besides, I think it makes us both happier.