Mommy Was So Proud!

Yesterday was a difficult day for Bookie. He got a huge splinter in his foot. I was unable to get it out and didn't want to dig in there with a needle, so we ended up in the urgent care center. Bookie was so brave and sat there patiently with his Leapfrog and daddy until we saw the doctor. The whole ordeal took about two hours.

Anyways, it took four people to hold my son down while they were getting the splinter out. I told them to give him a local before they started because he is very strong, but they didn't listen. I don't think they had any idea how strong a three-year-old could be. The nurse and doctor actually told me that he was the strongest child they had ever run across. Yep, he's definitely trying out for the NFL.

Anyways, why am I so proud? Was it because of how brave he was? Well, yes, but that wasn't the reason I was beaming. Was it how patient he was at the urgent care? Well, I was proud of that too, but my answer will surprise you.

After we finished at the urgent care, we still hadn't had dinner. So my husband and I took him to the dreaded McDonald's drive-thru. He got a cheeseburger happy meal with a vanilla shake. Yes, I know they have healthy options, but this was his first time getting a happy meal, so I figured why not. We got home and he took one bite of cheeseburger, drank about 1/8th of the milk shake, ate 5-6 fries, stole one of father's chicken mcnuggets and then ate all my cantelope. Yes, the kid who had all that fatty food in front of him CHOOSE for himself the cantelope that I was eating. I was soooooo proud!

This might not seem like a big deal to you, but it makes me feel like all my hard work has been rewarded. I work very hard to ensure that my son has good food to eat. I'm not a maniac, but I try to ensure that most meals are prepared by me and don't come from a box or can. I don't like to give him foods with preservatives or hormones or anything in it that I can't pronounce. Of course, I understand that we live in the real world and he's going to be surrounded by food that I wouldn't choose. So I just try to make sure that about 80% of what he eats meets my standards.

When we go to my moms or in-laws, I'm relaxed. They know what I like, but if they don't have that or choose to give him something with corn syrup or something prepacked, I don't freak out. I know that he will eat those thing whether I like it or not, my job is just to ensure that most of what he eats is healthy.

So I'm a proud mother today. My son choose cantelope over a cheeseburger and then went to bed. Today I give myself a pat on the back.

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