I really dread preparing my children's meals everyday.
As I mentioned a year ago, Joash only wanted to eat plain white rice with corn, potato and carrots. Nothing else. After months of trying all sorts of food that everyone says children love, I realised there's no forcing him to eat what he doesn't want. I was extremely worried about his nutrition but I nailed that frustrating concern to the cross and moved on. Over time, I've discovered many different ways to prepare those three basic things he likes to eat.
Thank God that he has gradually come to accept other types of food like my broccoli in cheese, fishballs, soups and the occassional chicken. Tonight, I took the trouble of cooking non-spicy teriyaki chicken for him but he refused to eat it. (Usually I cook the spicy version cos Joshua loves it spicy) When I begged him to try at least once, he took it and spit it back out.
At the very least I'm glad that he eats everything at school due to the peer pressure. I was hoping that when Jayna starts to eat solids, Joash would be influenced by his sister to eat better.
My meager hope was brutally dashed when I realised that Jayna hates to eat!
At least Joash ate everything I prepared till he acted up at 15 months old. He had tasted a wide variety of food and I was blissfully happy preparing them. However, right from the onset, Jayna hardly ate more than a few mouthful once a day during dinner. I tried feeding her different types of cereals, fruits and purees. So far the only thing she eats at least a few tablespoonful is the
Nestle rice cereal. I already tried ALL the suggestions I've received but to no avail.
Now that she's nearly 10 months old, I worry once again for her nutrition but she even refused to eat at any other time of the day except the cereal during dinner. She's almost surviving on milk alone! Even tonight, when I tried giving her pureed porridge, she rejected it too.
The amount of food I've thrown out due to her is enough to raised another baby!!! Some people suggested starving them and I did just that. The only thing it accomplished was constant crying unless I carry them throughout the day. They became too hungry to play or sleep so they found comfort in my arms. The only result I got in return was a body full of aches and pains that took days to recover. All the food I prepared simply went down the drain literally.
This evening, when BOTH my children rejected the food I gave them and started to wail non-stop, something within me broke and I hid in the corner of the kitchen and cried to God amidst the screaming symphony performed by my kids. When I finally regained my composure, I gave Jayna milk which she grabbed instantly and gave Joash plain white rice untainted by the food he dislikes. Joash actually ate the rice gratefully and said, "Yummy!" to me! *faint*
How do I press on in the quest to feed my children appropriately? Where can I turn to but my Father in heaven for the strength to go on? Just as God accepts me for who I am despite my failings, I must learn to accept my children despite all the challenges they present me. When I feel defeated despite all my efforts, I take comfort in the Word of God that tells me that trials are meant to train me in righteousness. God sees my efforts and He alone dictates the results. I think I would have long killed my children out of anger if not for God in my life...
Hebrews 10:36
"You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised."