The other day, I was walking into daycare as one of the teachers and her daughter were walking out. Her daughter, nearly 3 years old, was screaming and sobbing, and the teacher looked at me, rolled her eyes, and said “This girl is SO addicted to chocolate and candy, it’s just ridiculous!!”
A few weeks ago after swim class, Mason and his best daycare buddy escaped the changing room (how the heck they pushed that door open is beyond me!!) and went running down the hall. Thankfully, I was dressed, so I ran out after them. Mason ran down the hall, laughing his little head off and his buddy ran right to the vending machine and started screaming “Candy!! MINE!!” while hugging the machine.
These two scenarios are great examples of one of the big reasons that we chose not to let Mason have candy and chocolate at his age. We have no meltdowns over candy machines, in grocery store check-out lines, or over not understanding the concept of “just one piece.” He has enough tantrums over car keys, remote controls, cell phones, and us looking at him wrong. Why add junk food into the mix?
We’ve gotten a LOT of negative remarks over his “strict” diet – from strangers, friends, family, and lots of confusion at daycare. Up until recently, they though Mason was allergic to chocolate and that was the reason why he couldn’t have it. Secretly, I kind of preferred them thinking that so they would stick to our wishes out of fear for him instead of thinking we were just being ridiculous.
But here’s the thing – Mason’s nearing two years old and while it makes us “the weird parents with the strange rules” I’m just as happy with our choice as I was when we decided that this was important to us way back when I was newly pregnant. At this moment in time, I have 100% control of every single thing that goes in his mouth and I don’t understand why I would chose to fill it with stuff that’s not good for him. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE candy, ice cream, and chocolate. Love love love it. But Mason has the rest of his life to eat that junk. Right now? He FLIPS out with excitement when he sees a container of oranges. He drinks milk and water like he can’t get enough. Fruit pieces are gobbled down like chocolate delicacies. I’m not worrying tha he’s drinking too much juice and not enough milk. He’s not demanding to eat cookies for breakfast instead of Cheerios.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care what you feed your kid. If she’s 6 months old and mowwing down a Hershey Bar, I may raise my eyebrows in confusion… just like you’d raise your eyebrows at me when I say “Sorry, Mason can’t eat that chocolate rabbit, the fact that it’s a special occassion doesn’t mean much to a young toddler….” but at the end of the day, your child is yours to feed how you see fit and Mason is mine. And, 20 months into this “feeding another human being” adventure, I’m quite happy with the unpopular choices we’ve made so far. That’s all that matters, right?
This time last year – Daddy Weekend