"Your kid doesn't like pizza?!"
"He won't eat mac n cheese?!"
"Just let them go hungry if they won't eat!"
"What kid doesn't like chocolate milk?"
No. No. Nope. And NO!! Just shut up.
Sorry. That sounds harsh, but ugh, I'm just so sick of other people caring so much about what food goes into my children's stomachs.
Seriously. It's weird if you think about it. Why on earth are some people so fascinated about the fact that my kids are, ehem, discerning eaters?
Sure, I would love it if they would eat whatever I made them, but that's not happening. So let's quit the judgment and the scandalized ooohs and ahhhhs right there, folks. They're my kids, not yours. Simmer down.
I'm quite certain some of their pickiness is my fault. [Every 'problem behavior' is the mom's fault, right? (insert half-hearted chuckle)]. Sigh. I serve my children the foods they like, which happen to be simple, rather plain ones; my theory has been and currently still is this: a fed child is a happy child. (Or, at least, a tolerable one).
Would I rather them be hungry and crabby because they wouldn't eat the angel-hair pasta/vegan stir fry/vegetable melange, or would I rather them be decent human beings because I fed them the plain grilled chicken they like with a side of grapes and carrot sticks? The second option. Absolutely the second option.
That's my choice. It's what works best for us, even though it isn't always easy, convenient, or very popular. Let's all just exhale and remember that all families are different, and that I'm not judging you for your choices, and those of us living with picky eaters would appreciate the same treatment.
Like the old saying goes, what goes around comes around. We can all be on our high horses until we're the ones picking our way along a precarious path.
~Julia @ Frantic Mama