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April 15, 2008
A lesson on eating from my baby boy
When Jack was first born, from about his 2nd day of life, he was fed from a bottle all the time. Eventually, he re-learned to breastfeed, after about two months of bottles. Then, a funny thing happened. He started refusing those familiar bottles and demanding my personal attention for meals. I found this really frustrating. In attempting to provide for Jack's needs, including food, I was eating cold leftovers and partially heated frozen food as quickly as possible. I remember thinking one morning, upon hearing that Jack was refusing his bottle, "Ugh, just eat it. It's food. It's all the same!"
But I quickly realized that it's not. Not even for a baby who only gets milk. In one case, his milk is cold or maybe somewhat reheated, in the other it's body temperature warm. Skin feels better than silicone. Food always tastes better when it's fresh. Plus, I think he likes having me around. I am his mom, after all.
So I've tried to think of my own food in the same way. It should taste good. It should be a proper temperature and fully cooked. It should be presented well. If possible, it should be shared with good company. And it should be what we really want, and not what's closest or easiest. Good food is worth waiting for, at least a little bit.
Today, I was running out to do errands and being that it was late afternoon, I was hungry. As I was putting my things in the stroller, I found an open package of peanut butter crackers. I ate one. It was stale. It didn't taste really bad, but it wasn't particularly good either. I considered the last one, then threw it out. It's what Jack would do.
Posted by Janice Ryan at April 15, 2008 10:47 PM
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