If I have to go one more day of trying to figure out how to get my son to eat, you all might just find me posting from the crazy house.
My youngest is a very picky eater. I’m not just talking about an I-don’t-like-broccoli-kind-of-kid.
I’m talking about an I-don’t-eat-anything-but-ramen-noodles-kind-of-kid.
I’m surrounded by organic moms. Women all around me have committed to making healthy meals for their family.
Yet, here I am just wishing I could get my kid to drink a glass of milk. I feel like a failure.
This issue is tough for me to talk about. Mostly because so much of the problem lies within my own parenting. Many parents make their children clear their plates, don’t buy sweets, and demand they at least try their vegetables. Unfortunately, we never made the kids clear their plates. My oldest was very picky when he was younger, but now he eats anything. We always thought that making a child sit until their food was gone was too harsh. I still think that, but I wish we could have found a happy medium between that and what we did, which was allow too many choices.
But, now I’m in tears because I don’t know how to fix this. The problem seems bigger than just being picky. It seems too big for me, and I’m frustrated.
My son has never eaten a piece of meat. Ever.
I don’t know why. He’s some kind of natural born vegetarian. He’s 7, ya’ll. I’m talking not even one chicken nugget. I’m fine with the no meat thing. I just wish I could get him to try fruits and vegetables. Just try one freakin’ strawberry!
He doesn’t like the things most kids eat.
He had never even tried ice cream until Monday.
Now, he’s no fool. He likes cake, cookies, and Pringles. But, even those unhealthy choices are super picky.
The strange variety of things he will eat leaves me little wiggle room for the likes of Jessica Seinfeld. He has a sick sense of smell and a mega gag reflex. I’ve tried to make healthy cakes and brownies made from spinach and wheat germ, but that crap doesn’t work here.
I’ve tried smoothies, pureed foods, and even baby food.
His diet consists of starches and I know it’s packed with sodium. I’m desperate to change this, but I have no idea how.
He lives on spaghetti, ramen noodles, and Fruity Pebbles. On good days, he’ll eat yogurt and oatmeal, and I will be all excited on the inside about it. He drinks water, low sugar Capri Suns, and low sugar Gatorade.
He hasn’t had milk since we took his sippy cup away two years ago. Yes, he drank a sippy until he was 5. It was the only way I could keep him drinking milk. But, once it was totally awkward to have a giant kid with a bottle, we had to take it away.
I’m sure you’re thinking that I should just starve him until he eats some blueberries or green beans.
Well, what do you do if he won’t eat? How long do I let him go?
I’ve read that I should encourage him to cook with me and teach him about food. Done.
The kid loves to cook. He makes meatloaf. All.by.himself.
I have a food group chart on the fridge, so he can see he’s only getting one group.
He’s curious about food. When he smells me cooking he comes running!
“What’s for dinner, mom?”, he’ll say as if he has every intention of eating it. Then we all sit down. He smells the food, gags, and then he whispers, ”I just can’t, mom. I’m sorry.” He’ll put his head down, and I see he feels just as defeated as I do.
I get the ramen noodles, because I don’t want him to go to bed hungry.
He never wants to miss an opportunity to cook or bake with me, and get this?! He wants to be a chef when he grows up.
I’ve read I should introdcue him to foods and at least serve him small portions of healthy foods. Done.
I’ve read I should take him to the doctor for some shock value. Done.
I’ve had blood tests done to check his health, food allergies, and cholesterol.
I feel like I’ve tried everything except starvation.
Leaving the house is hard. I can’t just pack a PB&J and call it a day. I usually end up packing a bowl of Fruity Pebbles to hold him over until I get him home to make him one of the 5 things he will eat.
I’m tired. I’m out of ideas.
I feel like no one else anywhere has this sort of picky kid.
#sendwine, because it’s almost dinnertime.
Thanks for letting me Pour My Heart Out, Shell.