Appropos of Nothing: The Perfect Writer-Parent’s Lunch

Yum. Yam.

In a new segement we shall call (see above; not the part about lunch):  Yam ‘n Cheese.

INGREDIENTS

  • One yam: as half as big as you are hungry
  • Slightly less cheese, very sharp.

DiRECTIONS

  1. Nuke, bake, or steam yam until just soft all over. Poke to ascertain softness.
  2. Remove from heat, top with cheese, and cover.
  3. Let sit until cheese melts, or nuke it melty.
  4. Round off the meal with a cup of brisk, hot, black  tea. Sweeten it with vanilla soy milk to avoid using too much sweetener.

The sharp cheese offsets the sometimes-too-sweet yam. Bracing tea will fire you up for the afternoon of children, writing, or both (if you are lucky).

Kids, weight, and eating disorders.

Needs sandwich.

I’ve been reading posts from moms who are worried that their kids might gain weight. The links are too numerous to list. Just Google “Alle needs to save everyone.” A telling example comes from a parent who posted that she worries more about her child getting fat than having an eating disorder.

To which I say sadly, your child already has an eating disorder.

As concerned parents have most likely discovered, lecturing children about food groups and healthy fats, putting them on diets has no power. According to Dr. Donna Bevan-Lee of The Legacy Center, neither will saving your own treats after they have gone to bed. Instead, she suggests:

Eat this, my child. E-he-he-he-he!
  • Sit down with your child and a plentiful bowl of whatever you have discovered hidden away in their room.
  • Ask them to help themselves.
  • Sit with them and chat while they eat.
  • Do your level best not to make judgmental faces nor to eyeball what they consume. (Side note: I was once on a binge at party. Stationed by the seven-layer dip, I scooped chip after loaded chip, stopping only when a friend literally grabbed my hand with a “Stop!” Try not to do that to your child.)
  • Repeat process, day after day, until your child says, “No thanks,” and happily trots off to play.
  • Join in the snack.

And there’s the rub. Most people argue with me about the health and viability of the process, but only at the final bullet point do they flat out balk or glaze over and change the subject. I find it so much easier to worry about my children’s food and fat than about my own eating, not eating, carb counting and burning off of each extra bite. Such might the case with another blogger, who posted that she tenses up every time her children ask for ice cream.

This is a healthy weight. Why do I think she needs to drop ten around the gut?

Some conventional wisdom:

  • Most bulimics are average weight or ten to 15 pounds heavier than they feel is ideal.
  • Unless you are also bingeing and purging, being ten to 15 pounds over your self-imposed ideal weight presents no real health risk.
  • Most women who “look great” over-exercise, vomit, use laxatives, and/or undereat.
  • A person need not be technically anorexic to be undereating.
  • Your body doesn’t know the difference between purposeful starvation and regular ol’ starving to death.
  • Starving people aren’t generally kind to their children.
  • Addiction is not necessarily linear.
Unless she is 22, she is too thin. Why do I think she looks great?

Think of the number of people you know with alcoholic parents who never touch a drink. Funny, though; they seem overly wrapped up in work. They also might spend way more than they earn, they might always end up with “the wrong guy,” or wonder aloud, “Why are all the good guys taken?” This is called addiction.

They might be fat, yet their partner is in excellent shape, and possibly always yammering about every carb that goes into everybody else’s mouths. They might be thin- to normal-weighted, but their parents are fat. Their kids are fat.

This is called passing it on to your kids.

Mom-blogging goes corporate: This birthday brought to you by AT&T

    In response to this, reader Penny left a comment that dovetails remarkably with thoughts I have been struggling to align for over a year. Penny writes: “Hmmm, while I agree with your point about children being autonomous beings, I wonder if that really equates to you needing to get their permission to write about them or really equals some kind of exploitation.


    I am not inappropriately linking sexuality to money for my parents' financial benefit.

    Yes. It is, precisely, some kind of exploitation.

    Some parents sell their children into sexual slavery. (Asia, Africa, Eastern Europe; you know, other places.) Here, we have 150 “A-list” blogger moms selling ad space through media reps. Think I’m kidding?

    “But just as some cringe at Tupperware parties and the like for allowing a commercial enterprise to masquerade as a social one, some find the vast influx of corporate sponsors, freebies and promotions into the blogosphere a bit troubling. Last summer, one blogger organized a weeklong public relations blackout in which bloggers were urged to eschew contests, product reviews and giveaways and instead get “back to basics” by writing about their lives. Another blogger replied that she couldn’t do so because the blackout fell the week of her daughter’s first birthday party, which she was promoting on her blog. With sponsors and giveaways.”

    The article questions if these awkward moments in the capitalization of childhood  ” … might be, in part, because bloggers and corporations are still forging the proper boundaries of their relationship …. ”

    No. It is because of a diagnostic code these parents should be slapped with.

    If selling your kid into prostitution is at one end of the continuum, and the above perhaps two steps toward the middle, the far end is blogging about your child’s adorable yet immature insistence on being so young.