Blimey. The food police are out in full force today, I see.
Why can't people understand that different things work for different people?
I am very lucky, my toddler is a terrific eater with a mature palate. She eats 3 square meals a day with no regular snacks, unless we are travelling or a meal has been delayed. 80% of the time it's whole foods and home cooking, fruit and vegetables at every meal, breakfast and dinner are always eaten as a family and quite often there's dessert.
However, some days I pass the baton to Captain Birdseye and his cohort. I do this for two reasons:
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I'm not always feeling up to cooking. I have off days, or sick days. Sometimes I'm simply too busy to cook, because I've got other household duties that require my attention. And sometimes I simply need a break. So rather than try to be superwoman, I make sure to have options like fish fingers, chips and peas, or chicken dippers, beans and potato waffles.
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To prevent food snobbery and orthorexia. If I only ever exposed my child to perfectly healthy food, I'd be setting myself, and her, up for a world of headaches. Do I really want to never be able to take her out for pizza or ice cream? Do I really want to raise a kid that turns her nose up at the pleasure of fish and chips at the seaside, or refuses to touch a McDonald's happy meal when we're caught out and travelling, with only a crappy service station available?
Obviously, not all children have the same appetites or food preferences. Some children will be inevitably harder to feed than others. And some families are busier, or more stressed out, or worse off than others. It's not one size fits all.
Here's some food for thought for all the critics. My beloved grandmother lived to the age of 89. She was a very classy, elegant lady, but she was also very down to earth. She was brought up in a very poor family, lived through a world war, smoked most of her life, and one of her favourite meals was a can of cream of tomato soup with a grilled sandwich made with gasp american cheese. She knew the importance of nutritious food, but she also knew how to balance it with living a regular life. Throughout her entire life, she ate plenty of what we now call ultra processed food. And yet, she lived a long, full life, looked far younger than her years, and she was a remarkably healthy, vibrant woman, until she had a fall, broke her hip, had an extended stay in hospital and finally an aneurysm in her abdomen burst, and she passed away in her sleep.
Anyway, for all the mothers (and fathers) who might be reading this, I just wanted to share this with you today, and to encourage you to keep trying your best and ignore the naysayers. Sure, make improvements wherever you're able to, and offer as much nutritious grub to your kids they'll take, but don't kill yourself over it. Your kids want parents who are happy and present, not burnt out husks.
And please, don't waste your days worrying about what other people think. Just focus on yourselves and your own families, and pour all your love and effort into them. It's your family who love you back, not faceless internet busy-bodies.
All the best,
From a fellow mum