I have mentioned before how we have battled food in my house… Invariably at every meal it is, “But I don’t liiiiiiiike thaaaaaaat!!!!!!!” Followed by howling, screaming, tears, and a gnashing of teeth. Well, gnashing of teeth without food between them.
I have tried cajoling, wheedling, bribing, threatening, time outs, giving in, etc.
Nothing worked. Yet.
I have a very vivid memory of camping as a child and ending up with a puke bug. My mother decided that I should eat some Chicken Noodle O Soup to test my stomach. Hell, I hated Chicken Noodle O Soup. No way, no how, was I going to eat that swill. I was hungry and I had not puked in a couple of hours. I wanted a hotdog and marshmallows, dang it!
What ensued over the 24 hrs was me continuing to refuse to eat the soup and my mother continuing to bring it out at each meal. No other food until I ate the soup.
It was a battle of wills.
As you probably already suspect, I did not win. Not at all. Ravenous after three missed meals, I gobbled down that soup and I learned to never refuse food thereafter.
I have resisted using this method in my own children because, well, I didn’t want it to be said that I had turned into my mother.
This weekend, my son and I had the battle of wills over Tuscan Bean Soup.
So did my mother.