A Ramble Through My Brain
The Crazy Makers is a fascinating book. I haven’t read very far yet, but it is already making me want to totally change our family’s eating habits. It makes you think twice about the question, “Would you like fries with that?”
With all the things that have been learned about the way the brain grows, it’s incredible that medical professionals aren’t screaming from the rooftops that we need to be more careful about what we feed our children! No wonder kids have low attention spans, aggressive behavior, ADD, etc. Why are we surprised at that, when we feed them food that doesn’t allow their brains to develop right? Why do we get frustrated that they’re hyper, when we give them sodas that have 10 teaspoons of sugar per can, and breakfast cereals with even more sugar per ounce?
What amazed me most was that lab tests seem to show that the initial damage done by poor prenatal and infant nutrition isn’t repaired later on, even if nutrition improves. Now THAT is really sad. I’m sure that not everything in this book is true (I only know one Book that’s infallible!) but if even half of it is, it’s quite worrisome.
And with all the new information I’ve been reading about how differently brain connections grow with mother’s milk vs. infant formula, I’ve begun wondering… Wouldn’t it be interesting to do a study on say, graduates, relating their class ranking to whether they were breast- or bottle-fed? Has it been done? I wonder if it would show anything?
I happen to know that the first and second place in my high school class were both breastfed—hmmm. However, the (extremely) close third place was bottle-fed, so I’m guessing you might not find anything very conclusive overall. (In case you’re wondering how in the world I know that, I know them all quite well! )
Of course, that leads me to another thought. My high school class was abysmally indifferent about academics. It is always amazing to me to hear of fierce school competitions, because in my day, very few people even cared about grades. In fact, academic excellence was generally something to downplay if you wanted to have friends. Play dumb and be cool–that was the spirit. (So was this attitude because most of them were bottle-fed? )
Hey, I told you we were just rambling here! Anyway, talking about school performance reminds me of a great article on education that I found here Here is an excerpt.
My parents put me in a box for one year out of my life. It was in 1975. As I recall, nobody seemed particularly happy to be in the box, but they thought it was odd that I had not been in the box for the six years of my academic journey. Looking back at that one year in my life I was in the box, I remember finding it uniform and boring, and you had to ask permission to go to the bathroom. If you weren t boxy, you weren t accepted into the main cliques down at the school playground. The goal was to achieve the 50th percentile in everything from clothing to hairstyles to vocabulary in and out of the classroom to math, science, and English. You had to be average. It would be a sin to be less than that or more than that.
So evidently my class was not alone in their quest for mediocrity and sameness. This guy is about my age. Anyone else remember this type of atittude?