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the kids are alright

I haven’t yet written much on this blog about my kids.  Mostly it’s because I feel weird talking about them in a public space.  But a lot of it is because I already spend 90% of my energy worrying about how I failed them on any given day, and it feels like overkill to think about them some more during my down time.

A lot of you are like me.  Parents of young kids, working stressful jobs (including at home) and trying to tread fast enough to keep your head above water.  Modern life makes it hard to leave work at work, so we often leave our jobs feeling harried, and arrive to pick up our children without having had the time to decompress.  On days like that, when I pick them up, my kids get some lesser version of me.  She looks like me, and says all the things I say, but inside, there’s the real Yoona, and her mind is racing with all the things that are on the immediate horizon, like: “do the kids have clean socks for tomorrow?” and “why does Tate keep calling me Daddy?”

Occasionally some behavior issue will come to the fore, but most of the inadequacy I feel as a parent is related to food.  To my mind, my kids don’t eat enough, or often enough, or healthy enough.  I am Korean, and like many other Asians, I equate food with comfort, nurturing, and love.  Tate, my little one, is built like a rail, and every time I look at him, I can’t help blaming myself for how skinny he is, even though his dad was underweight for most of his childhood.  So needless to say, it is very difficult for me that currently, my kids’ week of dinners looks a lot like this:

M: Spaghetti

T:  Rice

W: Spaghetti

Th: Rice

F: Spaghetti

I’ve fought many a battle with my kids over food.  I have sat at the dining table for an hour and a half waiting for my five year old to try a piece of the pork tenderloin that I had meticulously baked in apricot glaze, hoping he would equate the glaze with jam.  I have continued to eat my dinner unfazed while my kid disgorged onto his plate the cooked carrot that I insisted he try.  I have lovingly roasted sweet potatoes for my baby that he used solely to finger-paint the table.  I have steamed and ground up cauliflower and other veggies to hide in pasta sauce that has been rejected at first taste.  The amount of energy that I have spent thinking about my kids’ food is really depressing.

For a while, I hounded my mom friends for tips and recipes–thinking that surely, if their kid will eat it, mine might too.  But the thing about kids and food that I’ve noticed is that there are no patterns, and no way to predict what your kid will eat and what he won’t.  So, while I continue to envy the parents with kids who will eat cheese, lunch meats, and vegetables, I try to be thankful that mine will at least eat beans, olives, and tomato sauce with gusto.

And bottom line, you know what?  They are ok.  They aren’t getting many vegetables, but I tell myself we’ll get there.  Today we went to Boke Bowl, my friend Patrick’s awesome new ramen shop.  And as I watched them slurp noodles and happily crackle seaweed sheets into their mouths, I took a moment to feel happy that we were enjoying our food together, instead of fighting over it.

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  1. I think I’ll try the “hide the veggie” thing again. Thanks for the encouragement!

    November 27, 2011
  2. thanks for the smile! I think it’s a mom thing. My child is normal weight/height etc., but as he insists on living off pizza, pasta, and chicken nuggets, I worry. I make new and fun veggies. I play “hide the veggie” in the tomato sauce. He laughs, and goes back to the same old same old. Yours look happy & healthy, keep up the good work! 🙂

    November 26, 2011

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