My wife and I are Vegan. We chose to become Vegan over four years ago. We believe it's the best way to eat and live. We believe that a Vegan lifestyle is the best thing for humans, animals and the earth. As such, we are raising Anna on a vegan diet. And we won't be dressing her in leather or fur. We will teach her to respect animal life. We will tell her what happens on factory farms. We will tell her how the meat industry damages the environment more than Hummers ever could. (Don't worry, we'll save the heavy stuff for when she's a teenager, and we'll also teach her by example that it's just not polite to spout grotesque realities in the presence of people who eat meat ... then again she may rebel and become very outspoken ... which would probably just make me smile;)
Yet, my daughter is not a Vegan. She is the child of Vegan parents. It's an important distinction, and one I don't take lightly. Until Anna makes the choice to become (or, gulp, not become) Vegan, she will be a child of Vegan parents.
Until she's old enough to choose Veganism, we'll raise her in the Vegan lifestyle. And we realize there may be a few "no meat under my roof" arguments. Because the fact of the matter is that we as parents have a job to do. That job is to raise our children the best way we know how. For my wife and I, that means a Vegan lifestyle.
"Vegan" is a pretty hefty label to carry on your shoulders. If we do our job as parents, Anna will grow up to be a strong individual who will be able to make an informed choice to either carry, or not carry that weight.
(And yes, the cake is vegan.)