FRIDAY NML BLOG
Let’s just say there was a time in my simple young life, when an occasional PB&J would light up my face like any other child in the free world. These were easier times…happier times. An era when kids didn’t have to worry about much: just hop on the bike, head home from school, have a bowl of Cheez-its, watch an episode of Gilligan’s Island and then run back outside to join your friends to play whatever was going on in the neighborhood that afternoon.
Well brothers and sistahs, things have changed and I know I am NOT the first to tell you that!!! When my babies came into the world, my anxiety levels compounded like wart remover:
- “What am I going to do with these gi-normous breasts after they stop producing milk?”
- “Suppose someone tries to break into our house and take our infant, and I’m watching it on the baby video monitor, only to realize that the video channels are crossed and it is my neighbor picking up their child to give their baby a bottle in the middle of the night and mine is sound asleep and fine!!” (True story…happened to a friend!)
- “Or worse…what if my child has to sit at the dreaded PEANUT TABLE at the school cafeteria in grade school!” (This is not a joke…a real fear of mine and I say a prayer for every parent and child who has to deal with this allergy. Scares the living tar out of me!
Well, fast-forward six years and here we are – thank heavens – not at the peanut table, but in our own version of “peanut hell.” My child will ONLY eat PB&J for lunch. I know…Nurse Mommy can’t get her child to eat? Yes! Shut it. Either can other specialists and doctors, so there!
So we figured this would be a stage which would eventually pass, and with patience we would keep her eating healthily with fruits and veggies (which she loves), whole grains and dairy; and just not obsess about her obsession, while making her lunch for school.
Then the GREAT day came…duh, duh, dunnah!!!!!
“Mom, tomorrow I’m going to buy my lunch at school.”
(After almost needing a Depends a few decades early, I knew it best not to get overly emotional, or show any emotion, for that matter.)
“Sure. Whatever,” I agreed nonchalantly. “What are you going to get?”
“They have Peanut Butter and Jelly!!”
OF COURSE THEY DO.
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