I know everyone’s got their reasons for using cloth diapers. I’d be willing to bet that the majority of people do it to save money, because it’s better for the environment, or because it’s better for your little one’s health.
I wish I could make myself sound like a great steward of the earth, but I’m not. Don’t get me wrong, I try to reduce, reuse, recycle. I make my own mama cloth and use a Diva Cup, and I make and use my own unpaper towels and reusable baggies. So we do try to do our share. But that’s not why I use cloth diapers.
DH works, and I stay home with the kids. Sometimes it’s hard making ends meet and sticking to a budget. Cloth could definitely save us some money. I could even (and I have) make my own diapers-I could do it insanely cheaply by using old receiving blankets we have, recycled t-shirts, and recycled wool covers. Unfortunately, I get sucked in by all the adorable prints and trying the next new thing! So, saving money is definitely not why I use cloth.
According to The Real Diaper Association (www.realdiaperassociation.org), disposable diapers containd SAP and TBT, both of which can cause health and hormonal problems in people and animals. Although I didn’t know this when my son was in disposables for the first year, this IS an important reason why my kids wore cloth diapers. However, you’re about to learn my dirty little secret, that I’ve never admitted to anyone. Really. Never before told. Just between me and you…
I cloth diaper my kids because I like to be different. As long as I can remember, I have been this way. It’s definitely not a “look what I have and you don’t” or an “I’m better than you” type thing, it’s just that I like to be a little bit outside the box with everything I do. I remember back when I was in school, I use to pick out the most different pencils, the newest pens, the ruler that turned into a protractor that turned into a folder-ok, not really, but you get the point! I get a thrill out of people breaking their necks in public restrooms to get a second glance at what I’m putting on my baby’s butt. I chuckle when they turn up their noses when they find out I WASH THAT in my washing machine. I get a kick out of little old ladies that tell me what cloth was like back in the day.
So, there it is. My secret’s out. Don’t judge me, mmk?