This evening, as it has been for the last few weeks, I am starting to lose my sense of humor when it comes to Piper eating dinner. We seem to do well when it's stuff that she really likes, but, if I was to take some roast, potatoes and cheese and put that all together, it's going to be met with tears and lots of crying. I am losing my patience with it. I literally see myself exploding at her with lots of volume and I don't want to do that.
I called Crystal to see what's the best approach to this, I was lost. I loved it, so simple and yet, so effective. If she doesn't want to eat, fine she doesn't have to... However, there is no snack and no, you can't have something else to eat instead. If you're hungry, you will eat what is put in front of you. And it's not like I haven't tried it. But she will cry and cry and whine about it, and now, I am know that it's not going to be that bad. I won't argue with her, and I'm not going to be mean about it. Either you will eat or you won't, but, I'm not going to put myself through the guilt of making her eat something she doesn't want to. I am sure that I will have to do it a few times, but, really, is there another way?
I remember sitting at the table with a bowl of clam chowder for lunch, and then dinner... and then breakfast and again at lunch, it was the worst for me. And no, I won't eat it now either. But after a full 24 hours, I guess that was enough of protest for my parents to know I won't eat it. There were other things that I didn't like, but I would eat it anyway, because that's what was for dinner. I'm not a fan of stew or soup or anything seafood. However, I will try new things because it's good to try new things once in a while. I recently tried to gag down stuffed mushrooms... not so much I think. I would be better off trying escargot. And I don't know if I could do that.
The situation the other night was really a bad one. I felt like my whole head would implode if I did not walk away from it and take a few deep breaths. It's not that I am trying to torture my child by feeding her things she's not too keen on, but, it's what was easy, crock pot cooking that didnt' require a lot of time once I got home from work. I can't complain, someone else cooked and I am so grateful for Thomas cooking. He's a life saver daily! He is the one who does the dishes and cleans the house and does all the little things that I hate doing, like cleaning the bathroom. We share laundry duties and that's cool. I hate to have anyone else fold my clothes, I'm just weird like that... In my world, if someone comes to me for a massage, and the sheets are wrinkly, I feel like they aren't taking care of their tools. I know, weird thoughts really, but, that's me.
On a side note, I was thinking about how Piper will be 7 this week. I was looking at her last night, and I can see how much she's changed in the last year, and she's so big and beautiful and amazing, and she's growing up. I can see her in a few years, she's such a sweet girl, I want to her stay that way, sweet, kind to others, thoughtful. I think I don't want her to get any bigger, but, it's kind of inevitable. And those eyes, so big and blue, clear and bright with much wonder about everything.
The other day, I was making fun of people that I see. I know a man who is trying to convert me to LDS, three ladies who are trying to run away from the LDS church, two people who told me the earth is only 6000 years old, and one woman who said that the Bible is a factual account of the history of the world. I laugh at it all. I don't buy into so much of religion says happened and there is much that I really disagree with. We were laughing at this at dinner, and Piper said that God would be really mad at Thomas for saying things like this. While I admire her spirit and reasoning with why she said that, I told her that I don't want her to really make any decisions on faith or belief until she is at least 10 years old. Not because I don't want to teach her about it, but, because I don't think her mind can really grasp what is trying to be spoon fed to her. I want her to make her own decisions about life, death and whatever deity she chooses. I know that some would argue that I am going about it wrong, but, why teach her something that I don't believe. Why teach her what I believe when she's got a hard time realizing that Wrath of Khan was a make believe movie. There is no way for her mind to really get it until she is a little older.
Anyhow, it's time for a nice little nap and then I am off to workout for a bit. I like the way that I feel after working out. All full of energy and smiles. Later all... Peace <3 :="" p="">
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