There are moments in every parent’s job that they wonder what good their efforts are producing. How any positive impact could possibly come from all of their hard work.
…Trying to logically reason with a teenage girl, for instance.
…Or perhaps trying to convince a ridiculously cautious four year old to try something – ANYTHING – new.
…Or, in this case, the first week of teaching the art of eating.
I’ll take the utter rejection as a compliment – food, apparently, tastes horrible compared to the Nectar of Goodness that I create.
But really?? Must every molecule of every bite be deposited onto your bib?
Not one tiny bit better.
Ali witnessed this gross injustice against your bib, your food, and your mother, and she decided to go a different route with the feeding of her baby.
“I’m just going to feed my baby from my chest, okay?”
And I think she’s onto something.