You know what I hate? I hate when my kids ask for something to eat, and when I offer them the FIVE things I know they will eat, they throw shade at me. Seriously, 13- and 10-year-old little brats are throwing shade at the very person that brought them into this World? My kids eat literally a total of 10 things with major stipulations:
- Bagels (only butter, sometimes one will have bacon and one egg)
- Nachos (just cheese)
- Tacos (with just meat and cheese)
- Pizza (depending on where)
- Peanut butter and jelly (only one child)
- Pumpernickel and cream cheese (don’t ask)
- Pasta with butter (only one child)
- Quesadillas (only cheese)
- Chicken wings (one only eats boneless, one only on the bone)
- Hamburgers (only one child, typically preferably sliders)
- Ravioli’s (literally just started liking this a month ago)
I seriously do not know what happened. As babies and toddlers, they literally ate everything — watermelon, string beans, meatballs, grilled chicken, broccoli, peas, carrots, pineapple, mango, asparagus, every veggie! I mean, they had healthy palates. As a gal that struggles with her weight, I was so proud of myself that my boys were developing healthy eating habits.
Until I introduced McDonald’s.
That one cold, breezy day when I met some moms at the McDonald’s indoor play park, I had no idea that one decision would ruin my kids’ palates, drive my husband and I insane, and literally make me hate meal time. I just thought it was a good way to let the boys burn off some energy. I had no idea that after they tasted the yummy goodness of those salty golden French fries and those juicy processed chicken nuggets, that they’d never eat another vegetable again in their lives. I swear it was literally a day after that McDonald’s visit that my son refused dinner.
Can you blame them? I’d live on McDonald’s fries if I could. For all you health nuts out there, back off! You know all too well the power of the McDonald’s French fry.
So here I am struggling on the daily, begging my kids to try any type of healthy option to the very limited list above. I’ve shredded carrots in hamburger meat, tricked my sons into eating shrimp and said it was chicken (obviously that went over like a fart in church), made our own pizza with hidden veggies in the pizza sauce – you name a child-friendly food trick, and I’ve tried it. And I’ve failed.
So, what’s a mom to do? Well, as I have for the last few years, I’ll continue to offer healthy food options. I will try hard not to be a short order cook, and use my mom’s method of you eat what we make you. I will, as I have for the last year or so, limit our fast food visits and most importantly continue to teach each of these little buggers to fend for themselves, cook for themselves and take care of themselves. ‘Cause this Mama ain’t got time for shade-throwin’ 13- and 10-year olds!