Feeding Children

Feeding children is the pits.

Some children apparently enjoy food. When my eldest was a baby, I was smug in the knowledge that I was following Ellyn Satter and was doing everything right and therefore I would raise Good Eaters. 


A Good Eater eats the food you feed them. They try a new food 60 times until they like it, and you cook what you like and just make sure there’s some bread they like on the table and not worry about what and how much they eat.


This worked well for about 4 years. And then my eldest became Picky.


Picky is a horror film of parenthood. I don’t think I understood what it truly meant. 


It means slaving away at meal planning and spending a small fortune on ingredients and then slaving away on actually cooking and even baking your own bread and then your children saying you’re the worst cook ever and refusing to eat the food and just wanting to eat store-bought disgusting gluten free bread with butter. And you die a little inside every day.


I remember having a Picky niece who would order oreo pancakes at breakfast and only eat the oreos. I remember her parents always ordering Mac n Cheese at restaurants and how I was certain I would never do that.


As it turns out I don’t do that, but it isn’t because I don’t want to. One kid won’t touch it, and both kids are gluten free so it’s a bit tricky to find some they can eat at a restaurant.


They are also supposed to be dairy free, but I have given up on that. They consume as much cheese as they want. They need the calories.


I’m hesitant to get into the details of my children’s diets because it is such a fraught topic. The short version is that we dealt with Stubborn Constipation for a very long time and the result was years of dietary restrictions as I tried to find the Root Cause.


What is the root cause of anything anyway? Nature and nurture and maybe something they picked up in Mexico when they were little. Trial and error and tears.


And apparently Nana (AKA Mother in law) is a better cook than I am. From the mouths of babes.


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