May I have another serving of kale, dearest Mother? I love its earthy depth of flavor! My daughter wouldn't be like the other kids I'd seen, slurping down blue Go-gurts and demanding the crusts of their Kraft singles grilled cheese be cut off. She would have a refined palate and a natural love of roughage!
Surely my years of experience as a food professional would pay off in dividends when my perfect little sweetheart started solids. Your kids must eat so well! How lucky are they to have a mom who can cook!
They could if they wanted to , I joke. That option is available to them, I say, whilst stirring butter into yet another bowl of plain macaroni. Sure, I'll serve it with carrot sticks and apple slices with peanut butter, and maybe a few bites of each will be taken, but we all know what the real star of the plate is. At this point, five-plus years into my child-feeding journey, I've accepted that things don't always go the way I want them to, and that taste expansion and flavor appreciation is a process, and that a healthy relationship with food and eating is more important than making sure they eat the recommended number of fruit and vegetable servings for their age group.
That, just because I cut produce into cute shapes and serve them with fun dips on brightly colored plates, they aren't guaranteed to be eaten, and that's okay because feeding kids is about more than fulfilling some quota of nutrients at every meal.
It's about nourishing more than just their bellies. We're trying to foster a good relationship to food and eating, here. It's slow-going, and progress ebbs and flows, but does come.
