Please, oh please, no advice.
This week over at Momversation, Rebecca brought up the topic of picky eaters, and I laughed; oh, how I laughed. If you’ve been following this blog for any length of time, you may remember my periodic rants about Henry's eccentric eating habits. I wish I could report that my son's diet has evolved even a little since that time, but alas, I cannot. We are dealing with it, in our usual clumsy manner, with the help of a nutritionist. It is not easy. Our son is more than a little strong-willed. It is a characteristic I'm sure I will someday come to admire.
As you may have noticed from the title, up there, I am not seeking advice, thank you anyway. But feel free to share your own picky-eater stories.










June 26, 2009
Reader Comments (127)
I am the mom of a picky eater. When she was 4 we made chocolate chip pumpkin muffins together. She then took a mouse sized bite and declared that she hated them. The next day she ate four crayons!
Now she is 6 and wants to be a bug scientist. To further this career (I think) she has announced that she wants to lick a fly! This is from the child who will eat no fruits or berries except apples. She said she wanted to try a banana. So I got one, waited till it became ripe, peeled it, sliced it, (she said she had changed her mind) so I rolled it in colored sprinkles and she sat at the table and cried, and then licked the sprinkles off of it...
My pediatrician says it is genetic, and my husband and I were both super picky as children ourselves, so we were doomed!
I only went to bed early once. Even if I was gagging it down, I'd find a way to eat. I'm not advocating for this tactic, certainly - or any tactic, actually, since this is a story and not advice.
I don't have kids, but my sister took a different route with my niece. She was a decent eater when she was little, then kind of turned picky in the 4-5-6 range. My sister read a story in a magazine about how tastes change every seven years, and told this to my niece. She also told her that when she turned seven, all her tastes might change. So when my niece turned seven, my sister told her she had to try everything she didn't like at least once that year. My niece agreed to this since there was science behind it. After all, what if her tastes did change? She'd have to test it out. Then my sister had her try it all over again when she turned eight since it had been seven years since she was one, and now she might like all different things. And again at nine. And then it was basically over because she went a little Hoover on us. She's 11 now and has tried alligator, sushi, you name it. If you suggest something is edible, she's first in line to eat it. My sister bought edible Easter basket grass this year (that tasted like cardboard but wasn't made of plastic) and she ate it with gusto.
My point: There's hope yet, Alice. It'll all work itself out.
i ate nothing but bologna as a kid. i grew out of it. eventually.
i survived. my kid will, too. and so will henry. you're doing a great job.
He introduced my parents to arugula dressed with olive oil topped with proscuitto a couple of years ago.
Go figure.
In regards to Dana's food approach, there is nothing wrong with that methodology. If it works for her and her family, then she is simply doing what all the other moms here are doing:
Trying to be the best mom possible.
If her way is not *your* way, so be it. We all have to do the best we can with the kids we have and the situations we are in.
For me, pickiness always had a lot to do with fear of strange things, and very little to do with what food tasted like. Sadly, that picky eater is still buried underneath the foodie. Sometimes, I'll try something I'm *afraid* of and, even though it tastes good, I still can't get over the idea of it being strange.
The little one is more accepting of foods, but if given the choice would live exclusively of anything chocolate and lucky charm marshmallows!
One of my trials right now is that my 80 year od mother in law is staying with us and she is an incredibly fussy eater. It drives me beserk, she will not try things, and simply doesn't appreciate food at all. She's perfectly happy with steamed chicken and rice, which for her is a special meal. Her default lunch is crackers, frozen yoghurt and Coke. Or if she's feeling adventurous she might heat up some frozen vegetables with a can of beans. She can't understand why we "do all this gourmet stuff" (ie home cooked food). Accoring to my husband this is not a new thing. He is moderately fussy, but has nothing on her. I can't imagine what growing up in that house might have been like. In my family, food is a pleasure and sharing a meal is how we get together, so having fussy eaters really strains that time.... Gah...
http://www.alternet.org/environment/141072/michael_pollan%3A_we_are_headed_toward_a_breakdown_in_our_food_system/
Not advice! Not advice! I don't even have kids, and I'm sure that when I do, I'll just come back here and ask for advice as to why Ignatious will only eat heart-shaped turkey lunchmeat and pop rocks.
Both of my girls were great eaters until about 2.5-3 years old. Then the switch flipped. The oldest is way better than her sister. If I can get her to try it then she will most likely eat all of it. My stance for my kids is that they have to try stuff but no more than that.
My youngest however is a stink. She is into refusing to eat most anything. The other night we had salmon and she was yelling before I even started making it saying "I DON'T LIKE SAM!!!" I said that's fine but you do like salmon as you have eaten it many times in the past with glee. She refused at dinner for almost 30 min. then tried and deemed it edible and ate most of it.
I do think she is overly sensitive to taste. She has my strong sense of smell which is very related to taste. The other smells virtually nothing lol. The youngest is also a bit of a control freak. She is 5 and we all know what 5 is like.
So I am taking a new approach with her for now. She needs to try things and I don't want to not push a bit with that. But I am not going to let her sit all stinking night and eat up all of our time and attention sitting at the table whining. She will have the opportunity to eat. If she chooses not to, she will be hungry. She is the type of kid that if she realizes she isn't going to get negative attention she will move on and she will eat. I assure you that she isn't the kiddo that will let themselves starve lol.
She won't get a snack later however, and that will be that. I am sure there will be an uprising over this but I am going to give it a try since hounding her and harassing her is not really working. It may get her to eat at some point but I am tired of sitting for an hour convincing her. It turns mealtime into a miserable time. I will not make anything different for her either. I always make sure I have plenty in our meals that the kids do like.
I just want her to eat more of the things she proclaims she is less fond of. It's a bit different than some others' situations I guess. I do take into account the texture and taste issues. I don't ask for her to even eat things that are way out there. Heck I won't eat that stuff lol. I just want to be able to eat roast, potatoes, and carrots with her and not want to knock her out due to horror of me making her eat it and her reactions of misery.
My girlfriend's son is also on this kick. He's 5 too. It makes for an interesting dinner time. We are not feeding into the attention seeking though. They are looking for control. If they want control it's their's. They can choose to eat what is made for dinner or choose to be hungry until their next meal. :)
Googling local nutritionists now...
(thanks)
When I was young, my mom always tried to get me to finish everything on my plate before I could leave the table. One night, I sat there for a looooong time staring at a plate of peas that made me gag.
I figured out that I could swallow them whole with some milk, so I started working away at the pile of peas, little by little, swallowing them like pills.
And then the inevitable happened - one of them popped in my mouth, and I started to gag...and then went right past the exit to Gaggingsville and instead threw up all over the table.
I then looked at my mom and said "Can I please get up from the table NOW?" She said yes.
And she never forced me to eat something I didn't want to again. :)