I've always been annoyed that my altitude is too low, so when I first became pregnant, I thought of giving my child the most balanced nutrition, hoping that he would be able to surpass me and my husband in height. Therefore, I resolutely went to the dietitian certificate and tried to improve on the matter of my child's meal.
Ever since my son ate complementary foods, I have been writing recipes every day, and the recipes of the week have never been the same. Seeing my son happily enjoying the nutritious meals I created for him, I had only one picture in my mind: motherly kindness and happiness. However, the good times are not always good. As my son grew older, everything changed.
Originally, my son's self-care ability was quite strong, and he recently began to sprinkle his food everywhere. The gentleman, who has always paid attention to table manners, began to count down: "How to eat, look at the front of you, a table is full of rice." "There is also rice on the ground, won't you eat well?" Many times, the child directly threw the bowl on the table and simply stopped eating it.
In the past, my son ate Ma Ma Xiang, but now he has begun to be picky eaters. I certainly don't want to miss such a good educational opportunity. First of all, from the cognitive breakthrough: "Only nutritional balance can grow tall and strong." Emotionally, I want you to have a great body, and I hope that you can grow up quickly and protect your mother." Finally, the threat goes hand in hand with the command: "You have to eat a little bit at every meal, or you won't want to go out and play." As a result, the reasoning did not make sense, the emotion did not make the son move, and the threat caused more resistance and resistance. He ate less and less, spilled more and more grains of rice, and seemed to have suddenly regressed to the state of a small baby.
The family entered a state of emergency and began to do their own thing. As a result, Mr. Iron Fist's power and my fancy preaching, supplemented by the cynicism of grandparents, took turns at the dinner table. However, after such an operation, the problem became more serious, and gradually evolved into: at the meal point, the anger of several adults was about to erupt, while the son was grinding in various ways, grinding until he could no longer grind, and then sat slowly at the table, and sat down. It was hard to start eating, and I didn't eat again, and I didn't eat well when I was two years old. So, grandma's taunts, mr. threats, my hatred is not steel, my son's face is full of impatience... At the dinner table, everyone's face was written unhappy. The son did not eat a few bites, and the grandmother was afraid that he was hungry, and began to persuade him to eat again. The gentleman felt that he could not be too spoiled, so he let him go hungry. Every meal is like a chicken flying dog jumping, the meal did not eat a few bites, but it was full.
Looking at my son who is getting thinner and thinner, my heart is very unhappy. For me, who takes pleasure in eating, eating in a depressing atmosphere every day is undoubtedly a kind of torture. As an studious mom, I started to run on the road to study again. After reading a bunch of books, I suddenly realized that no matter how good the nutritional combination, if you can't eat it happily in your stomach, it is not much different from eating poison. Therefore, I discussed with my husband and tried to avoid educating my children during meals, "This atmosphere makes me feel very uncomfortable, I can't eat well at every meal, and I am about to grind out stomach diseases." "Out of love for me, sir promised to try it.
Easier said than done. For the first time, we all broke perfectly. Halfway through the meal, my husband's threat of power and my bitter mouth were gone. Fortunately, we didn't give up easily. The next day, we couldn't help but have a seizure several times, but fortunately, we reminded each other in time and stubbornly endured. After a meal, without being educated, the son sat at the table for a longer time, ate a little more, and took the initiative to eat greens. I quickly seized the opportunity to encourage: "Pippi, I noticed that you took the initiative to take a bite of greens to eat tonight." The gentleman also said cooperatively: "I also noticed that you ate more today." The son smiled a little embarrassed.
With a taste of sweetness, we are more determined to create a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere at the table and seize everything our son does well to give encouragement. Of course, occasionally I still can't help but spit two sentences, but most of the time, I am very restrained and the mood is happy. Gradually, when it came to the meal, the son no longer procrastinated, the amount of food increased, and he would also take the initiative to eat green vegetables. What's even more amazing is that the table manners we have been holding on to have improved a lot, the rice grains are rarely dropped on the table, and my son has slowly grown some meat.
It is said that where the eyes of parents look, children grow up, which is true. As Jane Nelson, the founder of Positive Discipline, said: When it feels good, children are more willing to do better.