It goes like this,
Yuck, I don't like that.This takes some time but eventually it happens.
Well, you said yuck, now you have to try it and we'll help you. Close your eyes and we'll feed you a bite.
Then we ask 3 different questions, something like:
Is it soft or hard?By the time she's done answering the food is usually gone. Has she gagged? Yes. Has she survived to tell about it? Yes. Is this method of feeding a sometimes picky eater working for now? Yes. Good enough for us.
Is it crunchy or chewy?
Is it sweet or sour?
Still, sometimes I swear she says it's gross or yucky just because she can. The other night she ate practically the whole pile of BLECH on her plate.
Still, I thank her for it because it got me to thinking last night as I stood in line at the grocery store's job fair :
I've eaten a lot of things...but it's usually my pride that's the hardest to swallow.Being a grocery store cashier may not be my pride's 1st choice of employment. But I'm lucky to have choices and maybe I feel sorry for myself, or dumb, just because I can. I'm still chewing on it. I should probably try asking myself a 3 different questions in the meantime to make the task a little easier...
Am I happy?Good luck with whatever is on your plate and know you're not alone. xo
Am I strong?
Am I grateful?