Here’s my sweet Lil Bean Sprout exploring food for the first time (I know he is one Delicious little man, isn’t he?) I could just eat him up.
I have a serious confession. As he experienced the colors, the tastes, the smells and the textures of good food my mind was spinning like a dradle in the middle of Chanukah. My heart skipped a beat every time something landed on the floor or rolled off the place mat. I was as nervous as a long tailed donkey in a room full of rocking chairs. Me, a Mama who prides herself on her passion for the edibles was turning into a meat ball of stress.
Let me explain… My Lil Bean Sprout was happy for about 15 minutes playing with his green salad and his banana-in-a-mesh-bag-thingy. In baby time this is equivalent an 8 hour day marching around the San Antonio Zoo. I bet you’re asking yourself… Shouldn’t she have been happy that her son was content for a full 15 minutes? Unfortunately, No! I was fighting a battle with my inner-self. As the beautiful food chaos blossomed my maternal urges for cleanliness and order surged and I just about swiped that lettuce out from under him.
( Key words here, Just About)
Instead I had a small victory over my Type Anal personality. I tried to sit back, relax, and let nature take it’s course. He was tasting, looking, touching, licking, slapping, drooling, gripping and twisting; and it really made this Food Lovin’ Mama proud.
There is a life lesson in this post. My fellow Food Lovin’ Mamas out there, let’s make a joint pact: No crying over spilled salad.
Deep Breath. We can do it. We have vacuum cleaners and/or husbands. These spontaneous moments of joy can only be captured for a short time. Let’s sit back and let our little sprouts play with their food. Trust me it’s worth it, even if you do end up stepping on something slimy at 2am. Let Go and Let Food.
Until next time…