Too much excitement just might kill me!
Like half the mummy-bloggers on the interwebs, I’ve read Ellyn Satter’s <em>Child of Mine</em>, and I agree with and try to practice the principles laid out in her book. We fell off the path of set meal and snack times when Monkey was having chemo, and we’ve never really got back to that, but we try to offer a range of foods at each meal and let him eat as much or little as he wants. Sometimes that means cottage cheese, cornflakes and banana, sometimes cookies and milk.
But this weekend we went away with a large group of people, and my faith in Monkey’s ability to know how much he needs to eat took a bit of a hit. Saturday night, in the excitement of a large social meal, he ate a bite from his uncle’s plate, a bite from Grandpa, and on and on. And then he spewed.
Part of me thinks I should have tried to step in and limit how much he was eating once it became apparent that he was getting carried away, although I’m sure that would have resulted in a tantrum, and may have been too late in any case.
Another part thinks that maybe this is just part of learning when enough is enough. I can remember doing the same a time or two growing up, and it taught me just how uncomfortable it is to eat too much.
I don’t want to become the kind of parent that is continually policing their child’s intake. I try hard never to refer to a food as being good or bad, and I feel strongly that food should never be used as a reward or a punishment. But is it wrong to let him eat so much that he makes himself sick?