Every once in a while, the universe conspires to remind you that no, you are not the only person suffering from whatever frustration ails you. As you all know, my particular frustration is funny and wonderful and red-headed and soon to be five years old. I never feel quite so lame as when I watch other people’s children happily eating whatever’s put in front of them and am consumed with envy. After all, why do I care so much? No one else seems to.
Today, however I discovered that someone else does, and that she’s written a hilarious essay over on Parents.com. An essay that, if I could write about this subject without foaming at the mouth and with as much style as she does, might have been penned by yours truly. Debbie Koenig, who writes the great blog Words to Eat By: Because Parents Need to Eat Too (might I add: best subtitle ever), has this to say on the subject of her picky-eating 4 year old son and all the tactics she’s tried to get him to eat. Oh, how familiar this list is….and oh how I have failed just as miserably as she has.
It’s snowing outside and I know that somewhere my neighborhood, where Koenig also lives (though I’ve never met her), tonight at dinnertime, while magical flakes swirl and street lamps gleam outside the window, there will be another child helping himself to yogurt and not even remotely considering trying rice. And you know what? I feel good about it.