« A Losing Proposition | Main | A Happy Birthday »

One Smart Mother!

When my three children were young, one of my most hated tasks was making lunches for each of them to take school. (Ironing clothes was another!) I made what I thought were healthy lunches that they would like. How wrong I was! They never seemed to like whatever I made.

I tired of the complaints and the uneaten foods. It became a battle each night when I tried to elicit what they would like in their lunch. They, of course, just wanted money so they could buy lunch (their choice was always pizza) at school. This was not an option based on our budget and on my desire to fuel them with more nutritious food than pizza every day.

I learned the hard way that pleasing kids with good brown bag lunches was a difficult task. Then I came up with a workable solution that took the lunch-making job away from me. In addition, my solution resulted in fewer complaints and less uneaten foods.

When each of the kids entered the third grade they were given the responsibility for making their own lunches. They got to choose what foods they wanted for lunch. All I requested was that each lunch included a fruit, a vegetable and a protein. They found no problem with my menu requirements. The kids were also given the task of adding their lunch food choices to the weekly shopping list that hung on the refrigerator.

When Andy, my son and first child, entered the third grade he was excited about his new “grown-up” duty of making his own lunch. (His two younger sisters were very jealous and wanted to have this job, too. But they would have to wait.) I never had to remind him to make his lunch. He happily handled this job and, amazingly, he packed mostly healthy lunches. His enthusiasm was repeated by his sisters when they each reached the third grade. And, like their brother, they, too, made fairly good food choices.

My problem was solved by making the kids more responsible. Along the way they learned what was needed for healthy eating—a lesson that has served them well over the years. By the fifth grade, I was able to get rid of another hated duty. At this grade level, they became responsible for ironing their own clothes. Who knew that I would be such a smart mother?!




TrackBack

TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.thingsilearnedthehardway.com/movabletype/mt-tb.cgi/153

Comments

Yes, A very smart mother indeed. How's the book coming along?

Post a comment

(If you haven't left a comment here before, you may need to be approved by the site owner before your comment will appear. Until then, it won't appear on the entry. Thanks for waiting.)

Our Sponsors

Hosted by Media Temple