I fought a battle over a baby carrot that escalated into a war.
Sounds impossible, right? Not when I’m working with one of the most stubborn three-year-olds ever to wipe a stringy blonde piece of hair away from her peanut-butter crusted face.
And today I’m writing about it over on (in)courage.
I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t been the most diligent of mothers when it comes to the eat-all-your-veges fight that plagues mothers of toddlers everywhere. This is mothering confession number one.
And now that my sweet toddler has morphed into a three-and-a-half-year-old, full of gumption preschooler, I was worried that it might be too late.
She hates vegetables. I know, I know. It’s my fault.My older daughter took to them easily. Maybe because I forced her to eat them early on (earlier than my necessity born “whatever works” mothering philosophy kicked in) or maybe because she simply likes them. Either way, she will eat them and my three-year-old will not.
Up to a couple months ago, I hadn’t wanted to deal with the ramifications of a screaming preschooler sitting for 90 minutes at the dinner table digging her heels in over a half of a baby carrot. Mothering confession number two: I was more concerned about peace in the home than what was best for her health. So I never made her eat them.
But one Saturday night we decided to make a war out of a baby carrot…
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