Aaiiiiiiigh.
Some of you have been asking how we're doing around these parts, concerning my son's ongoing food issues. Well! Let me take a break from tearing my hair out to update you!
The update is, there's no update. The child has made zero progress. The prevailing wisdom (and yes, I have read Ellyn Satter; I want Ellyn Satter to come live at my house) seems to be that we should include at least one item he enjoys as part of our dinner, but the number of foods he enjoys seems to be dwindling daily. (He won't eat bread, people. BREAD.) He now refuses any fruit (INCLUDING BLUEBERRIES OH MY GOD). He wants only pasta. Only the small pastas. Orzo and tiny stars and eensy little elbows. With butter or ricotta. Try adding some sauce—just try!—and my god, you will pay.
Not only is he picky, he also has an enormous appetite, so if there's nothing on the table that he'll countenance, he is not happy with you. The Wisdom of the Eating Sages also dictates maintaining a blithe, devil-may-care attitude toward your child's eating, but that's difficult when he's shouting at you and weeping and it's just the two of you because your husband isn't home yet and hmmm, is that a beer I see in the back of the fridge? Indeed it is!
I feel for him. I think this is enormously frustrating for him as well as us. Lately he's been demanding "something un-yoo-sual" for dinner, but of course this is hilarious because "unusual" terrifies him. He's bored with what he likes but scared to try anything new. So tears and tantrums follow shortly thereafter. I've tried to make dinner pleasant, I've made it crystal clear to him that he doesn't have to try anything, but that he also doesn't get to spend dinner time pointing out how yucky everything at the table is, and not once has he managed this. Just keeping quiet about the yuck factor in his vicinity. Not once. It's amazing how one's shoulder muscles can begin to spasm just thinking about this issue! Huh!
Then the other day he stopped dead in his tracks outside a Japanese restaurant, inhaled, and said, "It smells incredible in there." I wanted to drag him inside and pour miso soup down his gullet.
We've limited dessert to one night a week, with the occasional exception, because every dinner was becoming all about dessert. Now every night it's a fight over whether this is a dessert night, or not. His newest line is "I've decided this is a dessert night because I'm the boss, and I get to say when it's dessert night." This is an interesting line, this "I'm the boss" thing, because it has never worked, not once, not ever, and yet he continues to use it about, well, everything. I AM NOT LIKING HIM SO MUCH THESE DAYS.
And look, I know. I KNOW. I know there are worse things we could be going through. He sleeps well. He is a delight in many ways. He's healthy and weighs enough and the pediatrician is unconcerned. But you asked! And this is what's going on. The End.
EDITED TO ADD: Me again! Hi! Listen, please don't confuse what I'm feeling about this issue with what I'm doing. As far as Henry knows, I am the the epitome of nonchalance when it comes to his massive refusal of every food item except tiny teensy pastas. We only address the behavioral issues surrounding dinnertime. We have read everything there is to read. And as for "Maybe he'll like..."--thank you. But no. I mean, probably yes, if he'd deign to put it in his mouth. But he won't! And in this way I am driven bonkers. But all inside, in a quiet way, ssssh. He's not affected by it. Okay?










April 30, 2007
Reader Comments (110)
One thing that my mom just told me really worked for me, is that she read me an article from some magazine (I was about 2 at the time, I think) about how intelligent people are willing to try (and like) all different kinds of food. That was all I needed to hear, although I was never super picky to begin with.
Best of luck!
Although that is very little consolation when you are torturing your kid with broccoli and carrots!
My kids are slightly less picky, but can be relied upon to participate in dinner table conversation and save the commentary for the ride home, which is a palatable compromise for me.
He will scream and screech and wail and let you know that you are most certainly making "the boss" unhappy, and in a very short time he will (a) decide to eat his meals and (b) quit the boss crap.
You might try just making dessert night the same night every week. It's always Tuesday or Friday or whatever works with your schedule. Then you can tell him, "Sorry, not Friday, no dessert."
My daughter didn't sleep through the night until she was almost three. Everyone was full of stupid advice about "crying it out" etc. but for whatever reason, she wasn't having it. All she wanted was a quick hug and some reassurance - no food, no diaper change/potty (oh yeah, potty-trained before sleeping through the night), nothing but some love. 15 minutes later I was back in bed. So, we decided to hell with the advice we got with the lowest possible amount of stress.
a short story on this subject that will probably just make you scream.. or maybe make you realize it won't last forever?
My friend does the SAME THING I do and her two boys refuse to eat ANYTHING but chicken nuggets and granola bars - but only the chewy kind from Quaker.
Our approach is/was the same. Here's dinner ... this is what you get.
It worked for mine - hers held out until she thought she'd starve them and then she gave in.
I honestly don't think it is a parent thing you do or don't do.
I think it is a child thing.Can't force another human to eat against their will.
I'm sorry - I KNOW from watching my friend how frustrating this is. I hope he starts adding in un-yoooooo-sual foods soon. Or, y'know, regular ones.
(hugs)
Seriously.
(gnash gnash)
So, just know you have comrades in arms out there. ;)
I promise, this too WILL pass.
Good luck - I can't tell you how much time and energy our family has spent on eating/non-eating/nutrition issues.