I’ve lost the war. I’ve been battling for 8 years over dinner with my family and I’ve finally decided to waive the white flag and retreat quietly. Before we had kids my husband and I used to love to cook. I would find new recipes and we would make great dinners and enjoy a glass of wine and talk about our days. Now I have two kids who only want to eat pasta, pizza, or tacos. The Martha Stewart part of me has died and I no longer think about how to get my kids to eat grilled fish with mango salsa. Now I concentrate on how to get through a meal without any eye rolling, sighing, or food getting stuck to the windows in the kitchen.
I’m claiming a small victory in that my children will eat any fruit you place in front of them and they will consume most vegetables (especially if I provide some kind of dip for them). I’ve made the switch to whole grain pasta and have replaced ground beef with ground turkey for most recipes. I now have to give up my dream of providing new and fascinating meals for the reality of making spaghetti two nights a week. On the upside my grocery shopping has become much easier.
I have to pause and think about the fact that no matter what we are eating we make it a point to sit down together and discuss our days and our high and low points. We come together as a family and although it’s not relaxing most of the time it is family time and I have to remember that what we eat won’t be remembered down the road but our time together will.