Bad "Kid Food" Advice

That afternoon, against my better judgment, I went out and bought chicken tenders and cut them up into little pieces.  My daughter gobbled them up like they were candy.  Look at that, I thought.  The guru was right.  

In the months that followed, my daughter ate a steady diet of grilled cheese and turkey sandwiches, chicken tenders, hamburgers, hot dogs, French fries and plain pasta.  And while the baby class ended when she was eighteen months old, the diet continued on.  

I kept waiting for her to get “older” and want to eat other things, as promised.  But that day never came.  I introduced new, healthy foods all the time – roasted broccoli, sautéed spinach, chicken stir fry, veggie risotto – but it was too late.  The damage had been done.  My daughter refused to try anything new, and when I’d force her, we’d get into huge fights that often ended with her gagging at the dinner table. 

I worried about my daughter.  I worried that she didn’t eat any vegetables, I worried that I had instilled terrible eating habits in her, I worried that she would gain an unhealthy amount of weight, I worried that she would be miserable as a teenager.