Ok, so yesterday's post was kind of a cautious tiptoe into the water's of being a Mom. No real chance for opinions to clash or really even to have an opinion. But today, I'm just throwing caution to the wind because I have somethin' I wanna talk about.
It's food. "This lady has lost it." I can hear you saying out into cyberspace. "What has food got to do with parenting??" Hold your horses, I'm getting there.
It seems like, in the past, food really didn't have anything to do with parenting. Your parents probably put food on the table and you either ate it or went hungry. The thought of Mom as a short order cook was in between laughable and downright disrespectful.
It's kind of a big deal to me, though, for one very big reason. I'm a picky eater. If there is something on my plate that I don't like, I cannot force it down my throat no matter how hard I try. I was assured that I would outgrow this, but let's just say, I was done growing a fair piece back and it is still a problem for me. Imagine then my dilemma when one of my own kids says, "Mom, I don't like this." Do I force them to eat it, knowing how that would affect me? Do I allow them not to eat it? Do I jump up and fix them something else? These may be easy answers for you, but often they become somewhat of a Waterloo to me.
Now add into the equation how health conscious some Moms are becoming. You almost never hear a Mom say, "Well, he ate his ketchup, that's a vegetable, right?" It's more like, "I can't get Susie to eat her kale. Whatever shall I do??" I just smile and nod and try to act like I struggle with that one too when the truth is I think kale is disgusting and would never even offer it as a choice.
So, we've gone through all these cycles at our house of me trying to clamp down on the eating and then abandoning ship on the idea later - see, I told you my propensity to forget about and change rules would come out all on it's own. At the moment, I just am making sure my kids eat. And I mean every day.
How about you?