'I really do find it striking that so many people are quite so hostile to vegetarians.
I am not at all hostile to vegetarians, I have many vegetarian friends and I would say that my diet is half vegetarian-it is the way that I afford meat from my local farm shop. I eat less meat but I know that it is humanely produced.
I am not against it at all-I am against parents thinking they can police what their DCs think. A child is a free spirit-they can ultimately make up their own mind, and they will.
I dislike emotive talk about 'disgusting, dead flesh' when people are so far removed from food production that they don't actually know how it is produced. Those against eating animals because it is cruel, and animals have rights,often happily eat and drink dairy products because they don't understand how the milk is produced. If I were to give up for cruelty reasons I would happily eat meat but stop having milk in any form.
I think that vegetarians who quietly get on with it and allow DCs to taste anything they want to taste will be the ones who get their DC to follow their lead. Those who prevent them having a sausage roll at a party or a geletine sweet at nursery or talk emotively about 'dead flesh' are the ones who are making it into a big issue. There is only one thing to do if things are a big issue, and that is rebel (or at least it is if you have a personality like mine!).
I always quote this poem which I firmly believe in-you let them have all opinions and make up their own minds-they are not blank sheets for you to write on.
On Children
Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.