It Was A Stand-Off

Hey Guys,

Keeping in with this weeks theme of FOOD. I thought I would tell you one of the stand-off’s I had with my boy about eating his dinner.

It was a day or so after his birthday and when my mum had left, she had put the leftover cake and sweets in the bottom of the fridge in perfect view for my son. This was a big mistake. Later when I told my mum the story she laughed… I truly believe she did that on purpose.

So I had cooked a really yummy dinner, all fresh ingredients with lentils, herbs, small diced veggies (so he would eat it) and some sausages cut up for him. He had had this before so I wasn’t expecting any dramas. When he saw it he said NO and demanded to have his dessert first and also that his dinner was yucky and he didn’t want to eat it yada yada yada. Right then, I started to feel the rage. In my head I was yelling OMG Child! I cook you dinner, slave away at the stove making sure you are eating healthy and this is how you play it!”
On the outside I remained calm and said, “No eat your dinner first without complaining and then you can have a treat”.

Then he replied, “No i dont like it!” (seriously child, yes you do, you’ve had it before without a hiccup so yes you do) this went back and forthe way too many times and that’s when I realised I needed to a new tactic: silence.

So I turned off the TV and we sat in silence. Me sitting at the table with his dinner and him sitting at the floor in front of the frige staring ahead holding his ground and refusing to look at me. At that point I was clearly furious but also a little amused at seeing his stern look at the fridge as if hoping his stare would magically open the fridge and serve him a plate of cake. (I should mention that when I have confrontations with the little man, sometimes it makes me laugh and I have to try really hard to keep my composure otherwise it all unravels)

I swear it felt like this night went forever, I wasn’t going to back down and neither was he. I was looking at him trying to send him telepathic messages; Come on little dude, it’s just easier to eat the damn food!

Finally he caved, mumbling and sooking as he shuffled back to the table and started to eat. After the first bite he says “mmm yummy!” and that was the end of it; tantrum child changed back into a happy child.

I sat there feeling proud and triumphant that I didn’t cave to his sugary needs but also slightly crazed and annoyed that we had to go through all of this, for him to just eat the food and realise that it was actually tasty after all!

What challenges have you faced when trying to get your kids to eat their dinner? What things have worked for you or what things have failed?

Have a sweet day!

Amy

xx