At the beginning of the school year, I was incredibly excited to pick out Elijah's new lunch box. I had warm, fuzzy memories of all of the lunches my mother so lovingly made me each morning and I was bound and determined to do the same for my little people. Fast forward to 6 months into the school year, I had begun to grow rather weary of packing a lunch for my picky eater everyday. The lunches I had set out to make so lovingly had begun to be the bain of my existence. I stared into the grim reality of the next 18 years I would be packing lunches for my kids, and a kind of gloomy cloud started to settle over my head.
Let it be noted, Elijah doesn't eat much and most days, he only eats half of the lunch that I give him and he is not a fan of fruit. Getting him to eat it is rather a chore and when I'm at home, I tend to not want to pick a fight.But because the school is very verbal about packing healthy lunch choices, I tried to comply (albeit begrudgingly). At the beginning of the school year, they sent a list home of acceptable lunch choices, requesting that we not send peanut butter sandwhiches (a staple in Elijah's diet) due to allergies some kids had. This was a little excessive in my opinion, but still, I tried to be the "good mom" and not be on the bad mom list. The bad mom list is a very very shameful list to be on. I know this because, last week I managed to get on the bad mom list.
I had chosen to forgo the usual sandwhich I make Elijah and went with yogurt instead. He likes yogurt, I felt it was a somewhat healthy choice, and, to be blunt, he was stopped up and yogurt always helps that. I had no idea that a few short hours later I would have to defend to the death my decisions.
So now not only was I the bad mom who didn't give her son enough food, I was also the crazy lady that just yelled the word POOP. Great. What I couldn't believe was that I was basically being put on trial and condemned all for a lunch. So I hung my head in shame, and dragged my (appearantly mal-nourished) child away. He smiled all the while, knowing he had gotten away with it.
The next day, I did what any mom on the bad list does, I packed him