To the Parent of the Kid Who Eats Everything

Clearly not my child. Image courtesy of Linda Åslund:

Clearly not my child.
Image courtesy of Linda Åslund

I’m sure you think you are helping. That you give me advice with the best of intentions. But frankly, I kind of hate you right now.
And I think you should know that your parenting skills alone are not the reason your kid eats anything. Everyone is different, and some people have more issues with eating than others.
Maybe your kid did go through a relatively picky phase at one time (like that time they refused to eat kale or quinoa for a couple weeks). Or perhaps they don’t eat every single item you offer them all the time. And you came up with a great way to get your child back on track.
But you know nothing about my child and how food has been an issue since he 3 months old. How he refused to take a bottle for the nine hours I was at work and simply switched his feeding times from day to night, forcing me to offer solids earlier than I wanted in an attempt to get more than 45 minutes of uninterrupted sleep at night. Or how even the tiniest chunks would make him gag and throw up his entire meal, even as an infant. How at 10 months he started refusing nearly every solid food, despite me offering things over and over again. How trying to get him to eat his first cake at his first birthday made him cry. How as a new parent I desperately tried any method of enticing him to eat more foods, only to see them all fail. And feel like I was failing him as a mother.
So don’t tell me now that I didn’t offer chunky food early enough, didn’t try hard enough, or just needed to do one thing or the other. I did. I tried harder than you can imagine. But he is a person. He has his own preferences. And he chooses to fight me with food at every step.
He is five years old and the variety of food he eats is still a major problem. But your obvious judgment isn’t helpful. And neither is your “advice.” Just be happy that your kid eats more than most and keep any comments about my parenting to yourself.
The Parent of a Picky Eater

Why I’m Not Sad That My Kids are Growing Up

My wonderful, growing children

My wonderful, growing children

 I’m always a little puzzled when people complain about their children growing up or bemoan the fact that their baby is no longer a baby. Frankly, I’m happy that my kids are getting older. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely loved certain things about the baby years and I can look back on those times with nostalgia. But I’m pretty happy that my children didn’t stay babies forever…
It was precious to hold my infants while they were sleeping. They made adorable faces and grinned at me when they woke up. It also forced me to sit down and really focus on the baby for a bit. To fall in love with them just a little bit more.
But I also hated waking up in the middle of the night when one of those sweet babies decided he wanted me to hold him all night. Upright. And walking around. For months. I rejoiced when I finally got more than 45 consecutive minutes of sleep at night. For my second baby, I grew to hate that she only wanted to take her naps with me in the Ergo. I loved that Ergo and in the beginning it was indispensable when I needed to also take care of my three year old. But it meant that my second child didn’t nap on her own until she was over a year, which eventually made it harder to take care of her older brother.
I also fondly remember nursing those babies. It was a different kind of bond that I formed with them, and it was special. I felt like every ounce they gained was just because of me and I was proud of it. It was wonderful to be able to comfort them through nursing. I can’t imagine not having that in my arsenal of things to try when my babies were fussy and I wasn’t sure what was wrong.
But since I was breastfeeding, I was the only one who got up at night (and I got up a lot). Plus I spent 1.5 hours each day at work pumping. And my milk had a lot of lipase, so I had to scald all the milk I pumped every night after the baby went to bed, or the milk would end up tasting like a sour towel. I also had a baby who refused the bottle and decided to nurse all night instead. And for the first two months of my daughter’s life, I had some awful open wounds on my nipples that made me want to cry every time she nursed. And then there was the time I had mastitis and spent several days in bed, vomiting and feverish, with a throbbing, aching breast. And the time I had thrush and had to grit my teeth to get through each nursing or pumping session.
I think with each age there will be something to love and something to wish away. I can’t stop them growing older, so bemoaning the fact that they are getting older just prevents me from enjoying who they are right now. I might not have a tiny baby to nurse and cuddle, but I have a creative five year old with an incredible imagination, who is so sweet to his little sister and asks hilarious questions. And I have a very affectionate two year old who is learning to communicate more and more each day and says the funniest things.
At this very moment, it is the only time they will be exactly who they are now. So it’s not sad that they are growing up. It’s a gift to see them grow each day. And I intend to enjoy it.

A Day at Home Without Kids: Mom versus Dad

7:30 am

Mom: Wow, it’s just me here. I guess I should take this opportunity to clean a bit.

Dad: Whoa, it’s just me here. I can play all the M-rated video games I want!

8:30 am

Mom: Well, I cleaned a bunch. Maybe I should run a few errands, those are easier without the kids.

Dad: *Eyes glued to the TV screen*

10:00 am

Mom: Hmm, my errands are done. This house is quiet. Do I read a book? Maybe watch some HGTV? Do laundry?

Dad: *Eyes glued to the TV screen*

11:30 am

Mom: I’m hungry. I’ll find something to eat that my kids don’t like.

Dad: I’m hungry, but I’m so engrossed in my game that I already forgot that I’m hungry. I’ll eat later.

1:30 pm

Mom: This is actually kind of boring. Did I spend this much time by myself before kids? I’ll fold some laundry.

Dad: This is awesome. I haven’t had this much time on my own in months!

3:00 pm

Mom: Maybe I should pick up the kids early…I feel bad that I’ve been home all day and they are at daycare.

Dad: Hmm, maybe I can pick up the kids late today and finish this level…

Dad does do things like this. Maybe he needs more personal time to physically recover.

Dad does do things like this. Maybe he needs more personal time to physically recover.