As I sat down for dinner with my family Sunday night I felt defeated. I honestly could have just crawled under the table and curled into a ball. Why is it so hard to get my family to eat healthy? It’s not like I’m trying to make them love tofu. It’s plain old chicken people. CHICKEN! Chicken not shaped like a dinosaur! I’m not trying to poison you like those dinos will.
You see that is my greatest fear. Fear that what my children are putting into their bodies is going one day cause major health problems. It’s what I think about at night when I try to sleep. I’m not always the one there feeding them. I’m not going to tell a friend or family member, please make sure you give my child fruit with their lunch, and you need to soak it in vinegar and water first to take off all that gross sulfate crap. No matter my efforts they’re still eating junk. No matter my efforts they still battle me, my husband battles me. It’s me against everyone. That’s how I was feeling that night. I’m the “nazi mom.” The “mean mom.” The mom that said, “No, I’m not buying those Cheetos that are going to rot your teeth and you can’t pronounce the ingredients.”
Is it awful that I want them to eat and love healthy foods? They used to love avocados, blueberries, and spinach raviolis…now serving those things to them is seen as torture. “How many bites do I have to eat?” It seems like I take one step forward in my quest and then two steps back. My kids know how to make healthy choices. They know the food groups and what foods do what for the body. Why do we argue time and time again? It’s exhausting but I’m NOT giving up.
I made chicken again tonight. Gave everyone a different vegetable because they don’t like the same things and I wasn’t in the mood to argue. Surprisingly everyone ate it without a complaint (most likely because this time I used panko and made it like a nugget). So although the battle is tough and sometimes I just want to get under that table, I’ll keep trucking on. I love my family and some day they will realize that me making them eat certain things is actually a form of love. And I have an asparagus fan now, pinch me!
Keep up the fight!