End the Food Fights {Don’t Let Picky Eating Become Something More}

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Article on Picky Eating. Picture of toddler scowling in front of healthy foods, banana, apple and milkI’m a grandmother, but I don’t give a lot of advice. Not much that I did with my own kids ever worked. But there is one area where I succeeded, picky eating. 

I never food fights with my kids. I generally say that this was because I listened to the ‘experts’ and followed their advice.  When my first child was 2, my pediatrician sat me down, and said, “between birth and now, your child has doubled his weight. But for the next two years, they’ll only gain 4 pounds. They’ll only eat two meals a day. Don’t worry. Don’t feed them sugary snacks, and trust me, they won’t stave.”

So when I think about the adventurous appetites of my now adult children, I generally attribute my success to listening to the experts

But recently, when I was talking to my own children about their children and food, I got unexpectedly upset. And I remembered a grimmer reason, based on a piece of my own history that I had tried to forget. 

It wasn’t from my childhood. I don’t know if picky eating was a problem, but my mother never forced to me eat. I had no memories of trying to feed the dog under the table, or of keeping food in the side of my mouth for hours until I could spit it out unobserved. 

No. This memory was from my early 20’s, when I was in a bad relationship.

I thought I was in love. He was brilliant, sensitive, and misunderstood. Many of us know this story. One of our earliest tension points was his habit of going out for pizza at midnight. I didn’t object to it. I was happy to go out with him. I just wasn’t hungry at that time of night. So, while I tried to join in, I rarely consumed more than a bite or two. He was hurt. I tried harder. But, paradoxically, the harder I tried, the less I could eat. He should have just shrugged and said  “Hey, just come along for the ride.”

But he didn’t. And the problem got worse. We would go out to eat for supper. I would be sure that I was hungry. But when we sat down, an expensive meal in front of us, I couldn’t eat. I was too anxious to eat, my tension bordering on nausea. The more I tried the the harder it became. At the height of the problem, while on business trips, I would put a wastebasket beside me before I phoned him, just in case I threw up while talking.

I weighted 112 when I moved in with him. At 100 pounds, I fell out of love and left him. 

So five years later, happily married with children, I remembered. I remembered sitting at that expensive restaurant, and being terrified I would vomit if I had to put another bite in my mouth. I remembered thinking that what was happening just might be abuse. When I had small children those memories were still fresh. And I realized that what seemed so terrible to me as a grown women would only be worse for a child. So, I was very careful to never get into a food fight with my children.

Today, 40 years and 40 pounds heavier, I tell my children: picky eating will come and go. Please, please, don’t ever force your children to eat. Good food is such a gift; it should never be turned into a dreaded ordeal. After all, children always want to please, children never fall out of love with their parents, and children can’t just leave.

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Carol-Ane Woodard
Carol-Ane Woodard was born in Rehoboth, which is in Massachusetts, but really should be a part of Rhode Island. She grew up taking the Trailways bus into Providence and shopping at the Warwick Mall. She currently lives in Foxboro, Massachusetts with her husband of of 38 years, Paul Woodard, but she misses coffee cabinets, red clam chowder, and hot wieners, and she still considers Providence to be her home city. Carol-Ane graduated from the University of Massachusetts in 1973 with a degree in sociology. She minored in business at U Mass Dartmouth and took a job for the FDIC as a bank examiner. She worked there for 30 years and retired 10 years ago. Other than her 3 children and 5 grandchildren, her hobbies include reading, reading, and more reading, interrupted only by hikes in the woods, Freecell, and knitting. Although her Linkedin profile lists her as a stay-at-home grandmother, Carol-Ane actually has a rather nervous disposition and is frightened by small children. Nevertheless, she persists.