If you have a child under the age of 7, I’m reasonably confident these words have left your mouth in the past week, “eat your darn veggies!”
Over the last few weeks something crazy has been happening, he actually has been. And I don’t mean like a bite from a carrot and a taste of spinach. I mean like REALLY shovelling in his veg.
Wait, what? Game changer!
Now before you go signing me on for a parenting book, this has been a really lonnnng and really frustrating process. In fact I’m terrified that just by writing this post I am jinxing myself and therefore committing my child to a veggie proof existence.
But I digress.
Oliver never liked mushy food. After about a week of solids we started baby lead weaning and was eating like a champ. All the veg and fruit he could get his chubby lil’ paws onto.
But, like many things in his life time, his eating habits went out the window during the solo parenting/ full time working time in our life.
I remember the first time his au pair suggested he had fish fingers. I could hardly believe it… I really wanted to stay away from processed food.
By the end of the 12 month stint, I was reasonably confident he was going to turn into a chicken nugget. He just couldn’t get enough!
And there was just no room in this diet for veggies. I tried everything. I would mix spinach in with his pasta, I would put roast pumpkin next to his nuggets, I would lather veg in sauce. Some nights I’d get away with it, others I wouldn’t and he’d refuse to eat his entire meal.
Veggies became a dirty word.
And then one night, a few months ago he started to hoe in some kale and quinoa salad and talking about how big his muscles were.
James and I made eye contact and tried to be positive, but not make it too much of a big deal.
Over the next few weeks, we could actually use the word veggies at meal time without provoking his gag reflexes.
He started to be interested in a variety of salads, and telling us when he did and didn’t like it.
“Mummy, I don’t like capSIKum, it’s too spicy!”
“Mm… This is a good one!”
And slowly, we’ve accumulated a pretty impressive list of veggies deemed acceptable by Mr.4.
Last night, hubby served up a sausage in bread w/ sauce.
“Hey Dad, where’s my spinach?”
I’m calling it, Victory Day. The war against veggies has been won in this house, at least until #2 declares resistance.
Does your child have any eatable enemies? How did you overcome it?