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When I’m not home, though? I am a liar and a cheat. I eat bacon. Lots and lots of bacon. I eat ham sandwiches. I eat Pernil* during the holidays at family member’s houses but relegate my boy to eating the turkey instead (luckily for me he is still too young to notice that his mother is a raging hypocrite and we are eating different things. At these times I am truly grateful that there is such a thing as a Kid’s Table.).
I am aware of this Pork Hypocrisy, and I wonder if it is indicative of the fact that mothers constantly straddle the line between two worlds; the world of being a parent and the world of being a woman -- an individual. The parent in me wants to model only the behaviors that I feel most represent my beliefs about what is best in life, and what is best for my son. The woman in me doesn’t give a damn about any of that because there is nothing that is better than the taste of crispy, salty bacon. Nothing. I love bacon so much that it is the taste I would like to have in my mouth when I meet my Maker. Problem is, I am aware that eating too much of it might have me make that trip sooner than I’d like, and so I continue to perpetuate my Pork Fraud.
The Mom in my house is a lean, mean, heart-healthy machine.
The Woman out on the street is a dirty, filthy, pork-loving liar.
Never the two shall meet. And I’m fine with that. Absolutely fine.
*Pernil is a traditional Caribbean and Latin American dish of roasted pork shoulder infused with garlic and other spices.