“She just won’t eat healthy stuff! If I give her a cupcake and some broccoli she always eats the cupcake.”
“Think back to when you were eleven. If you have a cupcake and some broccoli in front of you, what do you pick?”
He shrugged. “The cupcake.”
“Right? Me, too. We’re not idiots. We pick what tastes best to us. As kids that’s the sugar. So you cannot put them both in front of her and expect her to pick the broccoli. That’s just cruel. She’s eleven. YOU have to make that decision for her until she is able to make it on her own and that is not going to be for a great many years. Get the cupcakes and junk out of the house. She is beautiful no matter what size she is but you and mom both have diabetes so she is at higher risk herself. Be the parent. Don’t sabotage her. Help her learn healthy habits that will last the rest of her life.”
We had this conversation every summer for five years running. Each year the same thing, like it was her fault. But this time? This time, somehow, was different….
This time he listened.
What made the difference? I don’t know.
It gets discouraging, saying the same things over and over again. There are days when I open my mouth to say, “Stop smoking!” for the millionth time and wonder if there really is any point. You never know, though, when the seeds you sow will fall on fertile ground and take hold.