One wonderful things about young kids is that they’re so honest.
One terrible, horrible thing about young kids is that they’re so honest. They’re also picky.
I made our favorite bolognese sauce the other night, with alphabet-shaped pasta from Trader Joe’s. I was excited to serve it to the kids because I knew they’d love it.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Both decided without even trying it that they didn’t like it. I could reason with/threaten almost-four-year-old Alex to at least take a bite, although of course that didn’t change his mind (it so rarely does – but occasionally, it works). Tyler wouldn’t even take a bite.
I was crushed. I always am when I prepare a meal that I think is going to be well-received, only to have it rejected.
This is why the kids’ meals end up being a rotation of chicken nuggets, macaroni and cheese, hot dogs, pizza, and grilled cheese, and why Marc and I don’t eat much better than that.
Because I can’t take the rejection.
After a couple of weeks of nothing but the previously mentioned food groups, I start to feel guilty so I make more of an effort to vary everyone’s meals.
But then everything gets rejected, so I get hurt and revert back to the trusty kid fare.
The problem is, it’s not healthy. And I’m a foodie, so it’s important for me to raise kids who know good food and want to eat it, even if it’s something they’ve never had before.
Every expert says that picky eaters need to be constantly offered new foods, and that rejected foods need to be offered over and over again. But it’s hard to handle that rejection. I obviously need a thicker skin. Am I the only one who feels this way?