It's Like He Heard Me...
I don't mean to go on and on about the same topic, but this is just too weird not to mention. If you read my recent post about my children's aversion to salad, you know that my picky-eater son turns up his nose at just about everything. So I was expecting more of the same last night when I served a dinner of mashed potatoes (He doesn't like those), steak (He'll occasionally eat a piece), corn (What kid doesn't like corn? Mine!) and a mixture of grilled red peppers, green peppers, onions and mushrooms. There's really just one word to describe my reaction when he sat down and started eating corn and potatoes: Shock!
This, my friends, is what I'd call major progress. I almost fell off my chair when he said, "This is good steak, Mom."
My don't-force strategy has been simple: Put a little of everything on his plate, then ignore his reaction to it. So in keeping with that strategy, I replied casually, "Oh, I'm glad you like it." I tried not to let my face betray my joy when I made eye contact with my husband.
It's thrilling to watch my son branch out and try something new. Maybe he's getting older and wants to prove me wrong. Maybe he's finally getting sick of eating the same three food items and longs for a new taste. Doesn't matter...I'll take my successes any way I can get them.
Maybe next time he'll try the peppers.
That is terrific. I just hope my son gets there one day.
Posted by: Allison | July 24, 2008 at 06:26 PM
I wish I could take credit for it, Allison, but I have no idea why it happened. I'll take it, though ;-)
Posted by: Dara Chadwick | July 25, 2008 at 05:37 AM
Variety works!
Posted by: Therapeutic Ramblings | July 25, 2008 at 10:26 PM
Welcome, Therapeutic Ramblings. It's nice to see you here!
Posted by: Dara Chadwick | July 28, 2008 at 06:02 AM