Bless this food and help me to eat it, amen.

Will eat for food

Eating at my house is stressful.  Eating at restaurants could be too.  It has nothing to do with the food.  It’s my kids, they make meal times stressful.

My boys are extremely picky eaters.  It’s not even about the food as one day they would love a particular food and the next, would act like it was alive and about to eat them.  That’s when Daddy would let his own food go cold and undesirable and do a round-table feeding.  (That’s when I take turns feeding each boy around the table).   If you were to come to my house at feeding time, you would think I was running an egg and spoon race.  There’s Daddy hot on the heels of a running kid with my arm outstretched and holding a spoon filled with food.   “Come back here! It’s your last bite!  You can do it.  One more bite and you can have that cookie!” (I have since put a stop to this and enforced the ‘do not leave the table during meals’ rule).

Now here’s the part that doesn’t sit well.  It’s hard to digest.  (Had to stick a pun it there or it wouldn’t be me).  I love food. I enjoy a good meal and like to sit down and savor it.  Eating to me is like meditating or spending time in prayer.  I do not like to leave before I am done and I hate to be interrupted.  So imagine my feelings when I have to leave my eating ritual to chase three non-eaters.   To make matters worse, Kenyan would usually use the bathroom as an excuse to leave the table.   ‘Daddy! I want to go to the bathroom, BAD!’  What could I say? I could tell him to  finish his food first but then who’s going to have the last laugh when his bladder opens up at the table? So I always let him go.

A much too long time later, just when I have forgotten all about the missing son and getting into the groove with enjoying my food,  I hear, ‘Daddy, I am done!’  Thwarted again! Nothing is worst that having to interrupt a meal to engage in wiping a bum.  It sure takes the delectable taste of food right out of your mouth eh?  Yep, it sure does.

Just for the records,  I was also a difficult eater and was still being force-fed at ten.  So like I say, what comes around went around.

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About Enigma

I am just a normal guy with an abnormal way of thinking. Proud father to three remarkable boys and devoted husband to an angelic wife who knows everything and does everything to perfection. So I am BLESSED!
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3 Responses to Bless this food and help me to eat it, amen.

  1. Yep, I have to wipe a bum in the middle of my meal too! Its not great!

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