Don’t worry.. You’ll Survive…

People will tell you that issues, particularly with children, won’t seem like such a big deal in hindsight. Sure, right now, you want to sell your screaming children to the nearest Gypsy band and be done with it. But people say that someday you will forget about all of those tantrums (well, I won’t because I’ve videoed a few just so he can see how awful he was) and will be sad that your cute cuddly baby has been replaced by a sulky sleepy stinky teenager.

Right now, it’s hard to see any differently as your child is screaming at you.  You imagine what the for sale sign around their neck would be and it might go something like this: For sale: Demon child. Looks innocent however looks are deceiving. Will grow horns, gnash teeth and let out blood curdling tantrums at the slightest provocation. No refunds, exchanges, or buyers remorse allowed after sale. Will not consider child trade options. Willing to consider paying for him to be taken away.

These things aside, I have experienced some of the truth that some things are not as big as a deal as they seem at the time. Take my oldest, for example, a picky eater who has been that way since he was first given food to eat. For the first couple of weeks he ate really well. Peas, carrots, spinach, whatever we gave him he seemed to love. Then we made the mistake of giving him a baby food with the name of banana mixed berry. Everything else became null and void. Every meal, that was all I could get him to eat. Banana Mixed Berry; those words will forever be burned into my memory. Being a new parent, I stressed about what this was doing to his development because I swore that he needed to have better nutrition. I tried to force him to eat other foods, but this almost always ended in tears on both parties side and a load of laundry needing to be done. For a whole year, that was all I could get him to eat. Our pantry was stocked full of them because I legitimately feared what would happened if they suddenly discontinued this food and then where would we be? Thankfully, after a year, it did get better. I could get him to a limited variety of foods so long as they were always served with a side of banana mixed berry.

So I guess in hindsight, it wasn’t so bad. To be sure, he still is a very picky eater but he is also a thriving almost eight year old with expectations to be a marathon runner someday. But in the moment, when I was in tears begging with a 15 month old to please please try the other food and it seemed like a task that was never going to end. So, my bit of (un) useful advice to the other parents out there is that this too will pass. Whatever it is, it’s likely to pass. I’m still waiting for the demon horn growing phase to pass with my two year old but that’s the hope which keeps us going day to day. At least he’s a good eater…. but part of me is convinced this is because I had become superstitious about the banana mixed berry gerber baby food and NEVER offered it to him.

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About J.Peterson

By day, I'm a mom of two boys (three if you count my husband) and a childcare provider. My adventures in parenting and the real world are primarily what this blog is about. My alternate ego, the one who is in my book(s), is a scythe bearing, magnificent shoe wearing, Soul Harvester by the name of Genesis. Though she knows nothing about parenting, her sarcasm rivals even my own. If you enjoy my blog, check her out on Amazon under the title of Death Inc. The life and Times of a Soul Harvester. http://www.amazon.com/Death-Reaper-Harvester-Incorporated-ebook/dp/B0060ZO82K/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_2_77ZB

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