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I have been struggling with Jude's recent food habits. He has always been a super eater as is evidenced by his perfectly round cheeks (both high and low). He would gobble down most anything put in front of him. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shallots - mmmmmmmm. Spinach, apple, lemon and ginger juice - gulp. Chicken stuffed with garlic goat cheese and sun-dried tomatoes - no problem. Pureed kale and yogurt - more please! Lately, my man has become more picky. I have found myself being really invested in whether or not he cleans his plate (or even tries one bite). I am sure that the build up I have created for myself, and for him, is quite palpable at the table. I don't blame him for pushing his plate away under my watchful stare. I guess I have been a little intense. Ok, maybe more than a little. I really take pride in feeding my family. I love being in the kitchen chopping and stirring and creating something for us all to enjoy together. As much as I try not to take it personally, when Jude refuses to eat I feel like a bad mom/provider. I also worry...
will he wake up starving in the middle of the night? Will he ever eat anything ever again? Will his growth be stunted? Is he going to report me to DSS for underfeeding him? Will this impact his college options? Then I snap back to reality and realize that a dinner of a roll or apple sauce once in a while (or for 2 straight weeks) is ok. It has to be ok.
When I was planning out this Tuesday's meal, I did have Jude in mind. The boy loves burritos. I was hoping he would eat dinner with us, but promised myself I wouldn't be too tied to the outcome.