It was back when I was
pregnant with Levi, still working full time, that my then boss and I got caught
up in a discussion about how his triplets (!!!) were being picky at the dinner
table. They were five years old. They refused to eat anything green and also
didn’t like potatoes. Any kind of potatoes. Even fries. I may have appeared
understanding, but I was snickering on the inside. Surely, I thought, this was
caused by soft parenting. Anyone whose anyone knows that if kids are only
offered what the family is eating, eventually they’ll get hungry enough to eat
what’s put in front of them and thereby conform to the family. I must have said
something somewhat snarky because I clearly remember my boss telling me that,
as a pregnant woman without any kids yet, I was the best parent I’d ever be.
Wow. Did he have me
pegged or what?
This past week has been
FULL of power struggles with my oldest cherub. I’ve been daily reminded that as
humans, our sinfull hearts are evident even from a very tender young age.
Discipline has been so difficult with Levi lately. What is right, what is
wrong? How will he best learn? How can I give him the most accurate
representation possible of how God loves us as HIS children? I must discipline
him in love, and not anger, but MAN is that hard.
Oh, and he won’t eat
anything I put in front of him at the dinner table. Even fries.
2 comments:
If it makes you feel any better, the little boys rarely eat more than one or two bites of dinner. They either stuff their faces (like once a week or once every 2 weeks) or eat basically nothing. I don't know why, but we just let it be what it is. Oh well! And I am so glad I was never a know-it-all before I became a parent.... ;) ;) ;)
Been there. In fact, I'm still there. I remember being judgy before I'd actually experienced kids of choosing their own foods stages. Humbling, it is. Thankful that God teaches me every day.
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