A lot of things define me. Perhaps the most significant one is being a mom. I have two kids - a boy of 4 and a girl of 1. I love them, a lot, but some days are a struggle. And some days, I don't want to be a mom - I want to be just a girl. Today was one of those.
My son is -5% in the weight chart. Which means, he's not on the chart. Some of it is genetic (from his dad), but a lot is his lack of interest in food (read: fussy eater). There's got to be a solution to that. I'm in a perpetual quest to find it. I served my son the dinner he didn't have last night for breakfast today. Is that a bad idea? I don't know. I just want him to eat a well-balanced meal, not all carbs. At one point, to get his meal done with, I started feeding him. Now, he wants to be fed all the time. He's 4, and perfectly capable - but his excuse is - its taking too long (so he doesn't even try). Sigh, I try to explain to him nothing happens without trying, but its not hit home. And my struggles continue. What a frustrating start to a day!
