Linda recently talked about a post she wrote for the Stir, in which some sanctimonious commenters took issue with the foods she was feeding her children. I had previously read the comments on the Stir post, and had noted that someone said something officious like “if you only offer them nutritious options, that’s what they’ll eat.” I’ll confess. I’ve heard this advice before and actually have tried to follow it. I mean, it makes some degree of sense, right? If they don’t know that Oreos exist, how will they ever know to demand them? Well, yes and no.
Up to this point, Drew has been an amazing eater. He’s eaten pretty much everything I’ve ever put in front of him, and often with gusto. But I’ve been an avid momblog reader for some time, so I know that great baby eaters don’t always grow into great toddler eaters. Any time a friend or acquaintance has commented on how lucky I am to have such a good eater, I enthusiastically agree and then follow up with an aw shucks, “for now!”
For all the prepared I thought I was, I was somehow ill-prepared for the moment when I proudly forked some grilled squash into my boy’s mouth and he promptly pulled it BACK OUT of his mouth and threw it across the restaurant floor. “No?” I stammered. “You don’t, you don’t like it?” He looked at me with pure challenge in his eyes, a sort of ‘just try me, Mom’ that I did not want to mess with in public. Well, I thought, I’ll just give him the wrap. At least it’s whole wheat! Guess where that ended up? Right next to the nutritious, only-option grilled veggies! A busboy-man walked past right after the veggies got tossed, and I knew he saw, so I sheepishly apologized. I feared he was irritated at the growing mess he’d eventually be responsible for if I didn’t take care of it.
So, friends, what did I do next? I pulled out Mommy’s Magic Stash of Goldfish Crackers! Why, when such nutritious fare was on offer? Because I didn’t want a food fight in a restaurant, I didn’t want to hear (and presumed no one else did either) any more cranky whining from the littlest food critic, and I didn’t want my boy to be hungry. I scarfed down a nutritious (and BORING!) grilled veggie wrap while Drew noshed on Goldfish. Next time, I’m making us both grilled cheese sandwiches from the privacy of our own home and not worrying about the inevitable mess on the floor or any potentially judging eyes.