My favourite kind of introspection is revisiting how my parenting ideologies have morphed over time, into real time parenting applications. So par example, giving crap food to small kids was something I have been vehemently against for a long time. Donuts. Bear Paws (who the fuck invented this garbage). Chewy high-fructose corn syrup type candies. Sugary yogurt. Fast food.
When Penelope was under a year old, my sister in laws agreed to babysit while I took a much needed break from the consuming world of first-time-motherhood; a downtown date night with my husband. We were still en route to our destination when Mike looked down at his phone and said, “shiiit. You’re gonna be pissed.” They had given my baby (my baby!!) some McDonalds fries. I think she nibbled on a fry before my niece intervened on my behalf.
But oh, the fury.
I mean, it almost killed my whole night, the sinking feeling I had in my stomach when I realized that I could not control her food intake forever. I had to sacrifice her well being (her well being!!) for a night out with my husband.
I was a mental case. I honestly believed I was doing her a disservice by allowing this “food” to be digested by her fresh new uncorrupted organs.
Baby number two will be a year old on Friday. Gemma, my second baby girl, with a shriek that could shatter your windowpanes, now yelps and opens her palms in anticipation when she sees a cardboard TimBit box (donut holes). She has had at least dozen TimBits in her short life, and I feel only a little bit bad about it. Why? Because I know she will survive. Why? Because I balance her meals so that I make sure to give her adequately nutritional food the rest of the day. But TBH, it’s mostly because I can’t stand to hear her cry over something that can be remedied in an instant. Oh, this ball of sugar-coated yeast will make you happy? Well a happy baby is a happy mommy SO HERE YOU GO.
I take a little bit of pleasure watching other first time moms go through the same patterns of maddening behaviour that I once followed. Like super-strict nap schedules and bedtimes. Hint: they survive missed naps and late bedtimes, too.