When my son was born, I promised myself that every meal would be homemade. I invested in a shiny new food processor specifically for whipping up his baby purees. Living in Brooklyn made it easy to source fresh ingredients daily, and I delighted in creating unique combinations—like sweet peas paired with roasted butternut squash and a hint of ricotta or apples and strawberries dusted with cinnamon.
For a while, my determination paid off, and my child developed quite the adventurous palate. I envisioned us enjoying leisurely Sunday brunches together, where I’d sip mimosas while he sat coloring on his placemat, choosing grilled salmon instead of heavy, cheesy dishes. Ah, the fantasies that come with new parenthood! I knew all too well that my vision of a chic brunch was unrealistic, especially with my short hairstyle that doesn’t lend itself to oversized sun hats. Still, I thought my son would be a great eater.
That was until I fell ill one day and resorted to the emergency stash of frozen chicken nuggets—a lifesaver for any parent. My son savored that first nugget, and after that, the downward spiral began. He tasted cake at his birthday, had a slice of pizza, and sampled Kraft macaroni and cheese. Before long, he was rejecting anything that wasn’t sugar-coated, drenched in ketchup, or buried beneath mountains of cheese.
Now, at 2 years old, my son is a classic picky eater—particularly when it comes to food choices. If it’s not a carb, he’s not interested. Actually, that’s not entirely accurate; he also has a fondness for sugary treats and apples. The days of enjoying vegetables are long gone, as are any hopes of him relishing scrambled eggs. It’s a daily routine of waffles, goldfish crackers, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I often find myself making two meals or facing the consequences of lukewarm fries and leftover chicken scraps.
I feel like I’ve failed. Not because I’m letting my son down; I fully recognize this is a phase, and with time and a lot of patience (and picking beans off the floor), we’ll get through it. What truly stings is remembering my pre-parenting self, judging those parents with picky eaters. I used to roll my eyes at episodes of Maury featuring overweight kids, convinced it was a reflection of their parents’ choices. It’s easy to toss around judgments from the sidelines when you haven’t experienced the challenges of parenthood firsthand.
While it’s true that we as parents dictate our children’s diets (I certainly don’t let my son feast on fast food), that control has its limits—especially on long road trips where your only options at rest stops are dreadful (I’m side-eyeing you, Connecticut, with your Dunkin’ Donuts and Subway).
So, to all those I previously judged, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for the looks and the snide comments about your “kids’ nuggets with fries.” And yes, I’m still a bit miffed at those nuggets. They are definitely to blame.
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In summary, navigating toddler eating habits can be a challenge, especially when outside influences like frozen nuggets come into play. With patience and understanding, we can work through these phases while remembering that every parent faces their own set of struggles.
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