We here try to do a good job with our kids. We aim for a little better than mediocre. But, it probably ends up being pretty mediocre. The point is . . . we try.
So, the other day, when the kind doctor was looking over Elijah's blood results, he says that Elijah's iron count is low.
Doc: What does he eat?
[I look over at my husband]
[Waiting for some sign of help from husband . . . there is none. I'm on my own, I think.]
Me: Well. He's a tough kid. Breakfast consists of either a waffle with peanut butter or a pancake with syrup. For lunches, he pretty much eats chicken nuggets and french fries. But, not from McDonald's. We buy the good brand of chicken nuggets. He'll eat bananas and some fruits. And, then, for dinner, he only ever wants peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Lately, he has been into bologna and cheese sandwiches. He likes bread. And, he won't take vitamins.
Doc: What about vegetables?
Me: Well. Like I said. He's a really tough kid. But, sometimes, we are able to hide vegetables in the spaghetti sauce.
So, the doctor went into ways on how to introduce vegetables to his diet. Also, how we should all be eating the same thing for dinner. Not giving the kids different things from what we eat. Little by little, getting them used to eating the right thing.
It was very difficult to have this conversation. The kind doctor may as well had been my priest because I felt that I was confessing my parenting sins.
So, now from mediocre parenting, we are escalating to starving the poor kid.
Because, he. will. refuse. to. eat.
I guess I can try and blame the good doctor for the menu changes. (Which will be difficult enough since our menu is pretty small.)
Since the kids already hate going to the doctor's office.
Yeah. That'll work. Yeah! [insert sarcasm and fake hope]