When you have a child, one of the first things you notice is how different life is, how different you yourself become. When you have more than one kid, you realize again how different life is, how different you are, and now, how different they each are from each other.
As most of you know, we have three daughters, no boys, and it always amazes me how different they each are, how individual they are despite the fact that we “raise them all the same.”
I’m amazed at who is daring, who is nurturing, who is cautious. Although they may each have indicators of being all of those things, they each have their strengths, weaknesses, and differences. It’s kind of like a science experiment, watching them grow.
As much as we both love to cook, we are strong supporters of the theory that we are not a restaurant, we are not short order cooks and therefore, we only make one meal per night. For the most part, all the kids like at least some part of each meal and if they are still hungry there’s always fruit, yogurt, cheese or cereal if needed. This seems to work out fine for the most part.
However, there’s Alex. Our lefty, our brown-eyed girl, our youngest daughter, our cutie-patootie. She’s always been the one to go off the beaten path, even when she was a baby. For the most part, she hates meat, almost all meats. Every now and again she’ll eat a bbq rib or a meatball, overall she seems to like ground beef and they all love fish. But chicken, or “the other chicken: pork,” or steak, cubed beef, no no and no again. She’s been this way since she started solid foods. We’ve always said she’s our little vegetarian, even though technically she does eat some meat, so yes we do realize she’s not *really* a vegetarian.
One night last week after dinner, when again she did not eat the meat (but had cheese instead) I called her over to me and said that I was beginning to worry because it seemed like she never really liked anything we ate for dinner, and that I was running out of ideas for things to make that she would like. After I said that she looked up at me with her big brown eyes, and she looked sad, like she was in trouble, even though she wasn’t. I instantly felt bad. She said to me, “Mommy, tomorrow I’m going to make you a list of all the things I like because there are more things I DO like than things I DON’T like.”
I love her. I could just eat her up.
Sure enough, the next day she came home from school, did her homework, and asked me for a sheet of loose leaf paper so that she could make me her list. It was so stinkin’ cute, I just had to share it here. I’ve translated it, although I put her original spelling first. I know that she’s left some things off of both lists, and I’m not so sure it helps me with planning out my meals a ton, but we did indeed have “spgety with met ball” for dinner that night.