I am so tired of fighting with my toddler. She has a much more stubborn will than even I do, if you can believe it. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but the food thing is driving me crazy! She’s getting more and more difficult, and more and more insistent that she DOES NOT LIKE THAT! It doesn’t matter if yesterday she loved it. Today, it is dead to her! My doctor’s advice was to not fight with her. She said if Ella started throwing food or refused to eat what was given to her, I should just take her down from her chair. Then, when she asks for more food, to keep giving her the same thing until she eats it. Sounds simple right?
Today we had soup for lunch. Normally, she does pretty well with it and after I managed to sneak a dab on her lips, she decided it was good and ate several bites. Then, with no warning, she starts SCREEEECHING! Okay, down you go. This was followed by an hour of her continuing to SCREEEECH and shake her head violently in response to my asking if she would like to finish her soup.
Nap time. One and a half hours of quiet bliss.
She wakes up, asks for food, and the SCREEECHING begins again. Here I am, trying to be a good mom, not giving in to tiny fists pounding on my legs and demands for “crackers” (meaning animal “crackers”, which are really just cookies). It was horrible! I hate seeing those fat, crocodile tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. I completely understand why parents are so easily wound around their kid’s fingers. I had to fight the compulsion to ply her with sweet treats and beg forgiveness.
I did get her to eat a few bites of soup, but it wasn’t easy. I ended up with a big potato glob in my eye. Ella had it streaming down her chin and all over her clothes. Porter, waiting patiently for something to make it to the floor, ended up with a lovely splatter right on top of us head. Once she finally (very reluctantly) choked down a few spoonfuls, I did switch out the soup for spaghetti and she finished the meal happy and content.
How can such a simple thing end up so completely draining (at least for me – she seemed fine afterwards)? Not only that, but why did I feel guilty? So guilty, in fact, that I gave her half of my organic, pumpkin-chocolate chip cookie that I was saving for after she went to bed.