Saturday, October 24, 2009

Green Beans and Carrots

She hated eating her green beans and carrots. You know the frozen kind that's packaged with the word "Medley" on it? I never got that. Medley. Sounds like Melody, but it's not. It means it's a mix and in her case it was a mix of miserable vegetables.

That's all she remembered about dinnertime as a small child. Sitting on small red plastic chair at a small fold up table with pastel bears on it. She would be sitting there alone in the kitchen; paper napkin tucked under her chin, cold green beans and carrots and a now room temperature small glass of milk.

She was crying. She was only three, four at best and the rule was that she was not excused until she ate all her vegetables. It was a pathetic sight, I can only imagine.

Have you ever, as an adult, thought way back to when you were a child and felt sorry for your little self?

Every time I think about that memory, I do.

It's a wonder I wasn't permanently scarred from vegetables, but now I eat them with the voraciousness of a rabbit every day of my adult life.

One thing's for sure though, should I ever have children, I'm not gonna leave them at the dinner table to cry it out.

No. Their dessert stomach will just have to go...empty.


Susan Skitt said...

LOL! I do think the first time you commented on my blog was when I wrote about the Carrot Caper with my little guy - oh my!!!!!!!!!!!

3GirlKnight said...

Don't remember much like that in my childhood, but as for my kids...I've never made them sit until they're finished, but they have had last nights dinner served for breakfast the next day.

Hey...I even offered to warm it up.

Colleen said...

3Gk- I bet that was an interesting morning at breakfast! You offered to warm it up. Nice. ;)