Crunchy what?

Go back 3 years in time. And while you're there, find me. And read me this:
Three years from now, you might be called crunchy by some. Go and find a reliable internet source and find out what "crunchy" means. Because you don't currently know.
Three years from now, you won't be afraid to breastfeed in public anymore. And you'll have a much better idea of what you're doing. And a great support group :)
You'll be craving more babies so that you can birth them naturally(and maybe even at home!). You'll know about doulas and midwifes and you'll know that you defintely want a doula for your next birth. You know, so you *don't* have to lay flat on your back and make it almost to 8 cm dialated before breaking down and getting your epidural.
You'll be craving babies to wear around in Ergos and wraps and slings. (Yes, I'm aware that you have no idea what a wrap, sling or Ergo is).
You'll be talking to your husband about what it would be like to be able to homeschool your bright and wonderful 3-year-old. You'll be wondering if the day will ever come where you'll put aside your career (and hers) in elementary education and homeschool her.
You'll have a 3 year old sleeping in your bed. Because that's where she feels safest. And that's where you let her come when she had trouble sleeping tonight. And no, you're not spoiling her. And yes, she is a well-behaved and wonderfully independent child. But nothing beats the security and peace of curling up next to mommy and knowing she's there as you drift off into slumber- and that's what you gave her tonight when she needed it.

You'll be interested in Bento lunches and Moby wraps and a dozen other things that you don't even know how to pronounce yet. You won't think that cloth diapering is something that went out of style with poodle skirts.
You'll be wondering about what the future holds and there will still be lots of question marks. But you do know that it will include wearing your breast-feeding,co-sleeping babies, cuddling them, and giving them the best life you can. You'll know that being a mother is hard. And that there are days where you yell and cry and fall asleep while on duty. You'll know that it sucks to have to run around with bags under your eyes and to drag your argumentative, shoeless toddler around with you. But you'll know that there's nowhere else, and nobody else, that you'd rather be.

P.S. I'll probably faint from the utter confusion of what you've just told me, so bring some smelling salts with you. And oh yeah, please love me enough to give me a cut of the royalties you make off your time machine. ;)

Melissa