Thanks for nothing.
My daughter asked me this morning about breakfast foods. We talked about which foods are good breakfast foods, and added in some silly ones like “raw eggs” and “iced bacon.” She said she wanted to have some breakfast foods. Because she’s such a picky eater, I leapt at this opportunity. Soon she had a full meal in front of her with things I thought she’d probably like, and a couple of things which were stretches. A leftover banana/chocolate chip muffin, cinnamon toast, French toast, scrambled eggs, half a grapefruit with brown sugar, and orange juice. Some of those things I know she likes. She has orange juice pretty much every day, and she’s often asked for cinnamon toast, for instance.
As soon as it was in front of her, she blinked at it a little, then said that her friend Jayme had liked the scrambled eggs the best. Then she turned away from it and wouldn’t look in that direction again until I took it away. She didn’t want to taste a bite.
Why do I bother?
After I got a little bit of French toast in me, I told her she had to have just a little bit of the breakfast – we’re not going to waste an entire meal cooked just for her. I know she has issues, but I also know her, and this wasn’t asking too much. She did have a bite of everything except, oddly, the things that I already know she likes. I wonder if she knew the point of this was partially for her to try new things, and those weren’t new things. Hm. Anyway, she did it with minimal complaint, because she is, at heart, a good kid.
Looking on the bright side, I now have a much better breakfast than I would otherwise have made for myself.
When’s Mother’s Day again?
Food is so difficult. Philip eats grilled cheese sandwiches (sometimes just the melted cheese without bread; also he will not touch American cheese – smart boy!) and pizza. At home he eats microwaved frozen chicken nuggets, but he won’t touch them anywhere else. And that’s about it for “main dish” type foods. For a while quesadillas counted as grilled cheese, now they don’t. Everything else, oh yes, the looking away. And he covers his face with his arm to ward it off. If we really push him to try a bite of something, he’ll nibble off about a cubic millimeter and then act like he’s choking on it.
Food is so difficult. Philip eats grilled cheese sandwiches (sometimes just the melted cheese without bread; also he will not touch American cheese – smart boy!) and pizza. At home he eats microwaved frozen chicken nuggets, but he won’t touch them anywhere else. And that’s about it for “main dish” type foods. For a while quesadillas counted as grilled cheese, now they don’t. Everything else, oh yes, the looking away. And he covers his face with his arm to ward it off. If we really push him to try a bite of something, he’ll nibble off about a cubic millimeter and then act like he’s choking on it.
Why do you bother? Because you leaped on a teachable moment. She probably was overwhelmed with the muchness. But now she’s tried out some new things, and they won’t be so scary the next time, so it’s good. And you got yourself a great breakfast!
Why do you bother? Because you leaped on a teachable moment. She probably was overwhelmed with the muchness. But now she’s tried out some new things, and they won’t be so scary the next time, so it’s good. And you got yourself a great breakfast!
Thank you, you’re absolutely right.
Thank you, you’re absolutely right.