When I was little, I was the most awful eater.
I would never eat.
I would 'try' to be sneaky and hide food on the little shelf that was under our table. (I remember finding dried up peas and carrots weeks later)
I would push aside the ground beef from spaghetti because I felt so bad eating an animal.
I would fall asleep at the table and wake up when everyone was done and gone.
As a result my dad grabbed his belt and I got 'belted' to the chair until all my food was gone. But I had the advantage. After my parents left the dinner table, I had brothers who cared deeply and would eat the food for me.
I got away with it.
Now twenty years later, food is NOT an issue for me. I love food. There is nothing like a yummy home cooked meal to warm the soul. I appreciate it now and can't believe I was ever that way.
However, twenty years later I have some boys who can be the exact same way. I have yet to buckle them to their seat (if you don't count a high chair, which did work great), but that day may come. Sometimes getting them to eat their dinner is a struggle. However, sometimes they CAN hold their own, usually when meat is involved (they obviously don't care about the animals).
Last night was a night where Corbin claimed he was SO full after three bites. I told him if he stopped he would not get anything later. "Okay", he said and ran off to play.
We then got teeth brushed, jammies on, books read and boys tucked in. Corbin came out and said he was SO SO hungry and he needed to eat. I told him no.
"But mom, I need to!"
"No Corbin, go to bed."
"Fine, do you just want me to wither away?"
And now he got away with it.(I figured he could use the calories.)
