I am just about finished the book, Child of Mine by Ellyn Satter, on more peacefully feeding my kid that I got yesterday (I am a quick reader). So far I've been able to pick up one key lesson: When the kid is eating, leave her the fuck alone. That's it. That's the key.
Things I need to stop doing:
Don't you want to eat this pasta? You LOVE pasta! Try a bite! Nom nom nom, see?
You don't want your waffle? Do you want a string cheese instead?
Just try one bite, you'll like it!
Don't mash that up! Eat it or don't but don't make a mess!
I read the book sections on toddler feeding and gave it some thought: Have I ever liked a food because someone made me try it as a kid? Nope. How would I react if someone else was more invested in my eating than me? Probably lose my appetite and want meal time to be over.
|Mommy, it's been over a year now...you need a new hobby|
So here's the plan: Faith will get 3 meals a day and 2 snacks. I will provide food to meet her nutritional needs, but it is up to her whether she eats it and how much she eats. I'm not going to stick my nose in her business anymore, especially since she obviously knows how to eat what she needs.
Today was the first day of this new plan and this is probably a coincidence, but she had raw vegetables for the first time today...EVER. It was so hard to not react to that. Everyone told me that if she ate vegetable purees as a little baby that she would have a taste for it, but that's just a lie. Up until today she's only put it near her mouth and then put it back down, but now I wonder if it's because I was perched close to her being like "YES. YES, YOU WANT IT. EAT IT. EAT IT."
|I am this dog for Faith|
I didn't even say anything as she mashed up bread at lunch and it turns out that she does eat it after she's done making a horrible, horrible mess. I'm hoping that I can get better at un-clenching a little so I don't feel so uptight about seeing her destroy food and then maybe eat it. I wonder if yoga moms are better at that than running moms?
Speaking of running, I ran 8.5 miles on the treadmill during nap time today because it was pouring rain all day so we didn't run in the morning. As a result, the dog was nuts all day. I literally threw the ball for her across the house for an hour today. Luckily Faith thinks that is hilarious and better than any TV show.
|You have to admit, it's pretty funny looking|
So here's a practice scenario for you all:
You've gone grocery shopping, prepped the meal and cooked and then served it. You picked the meal with your kid's taste's in mind. As you serve it up, they make a face and eat some of the fruit on the side and then poke at what you cooked.
Don't you really want to say something and try to reason with them about how they like what you've made because they have had it before? Welcome to my challenge.