by Amy Platon
Why is it that when I cook for my kids, I see beautiful perfectly diced food with a spotless presentation on monkey plates with matching sippy cups, while they see this?
As if I would feed them something that I myself don’t love. Come on, I’m totally on their side. I remember having to eat pea soup as a kid. In fact, when my mom had heard enough of our complaining she actually let us bury it in the backyard!
Not only do I lay off the seasoning when I’m making a meal for my children, but I also delete some ingredients. The ones I know turns them off. Basically I am swimming in circles trying to make their food, not just yummy, but as close to what they are willing to eat as possible. My boy, great eater. My girl, if it ain’t pancakes or chicken nuggets then mommy’s out of luck. Mommy’s out of luck? Yes, because I usually end up making her something else. Alright, I’ll say it! I cave. Wouldn't you?
Then I remembered what my vet once told me about our dog not eating. She said, “Just leave it there for ten minutes or so, and if he doesn’t eat, pull it up. Don’t feed him again until the next mealtime. When he’s hungry enough, he’ll eat.”
Brilliant! That’s it! If she doesn’t eat dinner, then no food till morning - that’s the plan.
So, out comes the grilled chicken and veggies. No funky seasoning. No weird ingredients. Just chicken and veggies steamed in butter. Yummy right? Nope.
“I don’t want this!” She says.
"Well princess, you will eat this, 'cause Mommy’s not going to fix you anything else. If you don’t eat, then no dessert and you won't eat again ‘till breakfast."
She shrinks into the worst posture ever and eats a mere two bites of chicken. “I’m done.”
“Very well.” I say. “Go get into bath.”
Later on that night as I’m laying with her in bed telling her, her bones. She turns to me, “Mommy?”
“I’m ready for breakfast now.”
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