My head nearly exploded this morning over breakfast.
Here’s what led up to my brush with insanity…
Me: Katie, what would you like for breakfast this morning?
Katie: Um… (stares blankly)
Me: Would you like waffles and yogurt?
Katie: No thank you.
Me: Okay, how about french toast and a banana? Does that sound yummy?
Katie: No thank you.
Me: Hmmm…how about scrambled eggs, toast, and blueberries?
Katie: No thank you.
Me: Oh, I have a great idea! How about cereal with raspberries?
Katie: Um…no thank you.
Me: Katie, okay, then you tell me. What would you like for breakfast?
Katie: Something else.
This is when I nearly lost my mind.
And I woke up.
Our kitchen has turned into a full-service restaurant, with menu items spanning two pages. I never intended for it to become this way. When she was smaller, I decided what she ate, put it in front of her, and she ate it. End of story.
There is something about being a mother that I never understood before I had children. We want nothing more than for our children to eat. We want to know that we’ve filled their little bellies with nourishment. One of the ways that we show them our love is through the food that we offer them. We take pride in providing them with the healthy foods that they need to grow and thrive.
It is for those reasons that I began offering her choices, I think. Though I’ve never wavered on insisting that her food is healthy, I have allowed her to make choices that sound good to her in the moment.
Our ship got off course slowly and now I don’t recognize where we are anymore. So, I’m throwing in the anchor and figuring this thing out because it’s that or I lose my mind.
Tomorrow, I’ll begin picking the main portion of the meal. Scrambled eggs and toast, for example. And to allow her to practice good decision making, I’ll let her pick her fruit.
Because, honestly, it’s this, or I’m putting out a tip jar.