I was one of those people who before having a child had a long list of all of things I would and would not do. I was so very sure of what I would NOT do when I had my child - she would NOT sleep in our bed, no meant NO, TV time would be severely limited, and the list went on. It is funny how one thinks that everything is completely within their control before having a kid - and then in a moment it changes. You start on an endless journey of treading water and there are days when the waters are calm, and the the tide is low and you have a chance to catch your breath because your feet can touch the bottom, but then there are days when the seas get rough and you can barely keep your head above water. I suppose that is what it is all about - especially when it comes to meal time.
Our daughter - our the Tartlette, which I thought was rather fitting given the name of my blog - started off with avocado. I thought I was being a super mom by giving my kid avocado as a first food. Tartlette at it up, and I was proud - I beamed. I knew I was on the road to greatness when it came to provided my child nourishment. I had fantasies about the food she would eat. I would be the perfect cook for my kid. Then came that one day in the mall when a work colleague/friend was offering her daughter cheeseballs and asked if the Tartlette would like one. I cringed. I got nervous. I think I might have started sweating. I was shocked, and I didn't want to be THAT mom who always said no, but at the same time I was horrified. CHEESEBALLS? Yup. I loved them as a kid, but NOPE we were not allowed to have them in our home. Under no circumstances would my parents buy us those puffed up glow-in-the-dark air filled sodium enriched balls of goodness.
I caved. I said she could have one. And I really and truly meant one. That was all. Not two, not three. But one. Yes, I was being a control freak, but I was trying to balance the best I could. I was treading water. And little did I know it was only the beginning. There is no control. You try your best, you manage. You do what you can, but you have to balance. Avocados, quinoa, and now and then some cheeseballs. Balance. It is all a balancing act.
There was that time when I came home from work and found a bite taken out of a chocolate bar. Someone had found a chocolate bar, and decided to get right to the point wrapper and all. She was barely 1 year old. Balance. Treading water. It all works out, but no still means no...