All in all, I have to say that I’m a pretty good mom. I take The Goose to cool places, I don’t hassle him about making messes, and I encourage him to be himself, no matter what. But one thing I no longer do, however, is try to make food fun. Here’s why.
The Goose has never been much of a breakfast eater. He cries over waffles, doesn’t like hash browns, and refuses to even try eating toast. It’s always been a struggle – so when I found foods that didn’t mind eating, I made them over and over. For The Goose, there were only two foods that I could consistently feed him for breakfast without him crying, throwing a tantrum or refusing to eat. One was oatmeal and the other was scrambled eggs topped with cheese.
I loved these breakfast options because they were relatively healthy, easy to prepare, and he could eat them on his own with little help from me. It was perfect! So, of course, I had to screw it up.
One day, when The Goose was three years old, I decided to make green eggs and ham for breakfast. I talked with The Goose beforehand, and told him how I was going to color the eggs green. I even let him add the green food coloring to the bowl. And he watched as I cooked the eggs, added a piece of cheese to the top (just like I always did), and slid them on to the plate. (I colored the ham by adding green food coloring to water and using it to heat a slice of ham over the stove).
We went to the table and he sat down to eat while I went back into the kitchen to pour a glass of milk.
A few seconds later, I heard a gag. I turned to look at him, and he seemed fine. He had a piece of egg at the end of his fork, and was getting ready to put it in his mouth. I started to pour the milk, and then I heard him gag again. I sat down with him, and watched as he tried, for a third time, to put the eggs in his mouth. And once again, he gagged.
I asked if everything was okay. He said he thought so, and once again tried to eat the eggs. But he couldn’t. Then he looked at me, said “I don’t like green eggs and ham. They look wrong.” Even after I made all of the jokes about eating them in different places, just like the book, he still couldn’t eat them. Eventually, I made some oatmeal instead, and we went on with our day, not giving it a second thought.
The next morning, I made his egg the regular way. No food coloring, a pinch of salt, and a piece of cheese on top. I gave him his plate, and wouldn’t you know it – he started gagging. He just couldn’t eat it. I tried making eggs for him a few more times after that, but he has never eaten eggs again.
Even though I ruined breakfast, The Goose thinks it is hysterical. He loves to tell the story of how Mommy made green eggs and ham for breakfast and he almost threw up. And he loves talking about how much I laughed when it happened (yes I laughed – I couldn’t help it.) So, I guess it was worth it after all…