I've been a creator my whole life. I often think, "what can I make". And then with little skill and less money I go about creating something which usually finds its way to the garbage, eventually. I know I am not alone in this. Where are my crafty girls at?
There is something legitimately therapeutic about creating something, however. For most of my life, it's been for fun.; just another of my many expensive and messy hobbies, but lately, it's been more than that.
Lately, I find much solace in my 'art room'. I spend tens of dollars on art supplies and I turn on my favorite podcast "my favorite murder", of course (no judgement in the apartment, remember ) and I create these badass little faeries to say the things I want to say. The things I want my little girls to say, (well, not literally, but you get the picture).
Raising kids in a world where the President is a sex offender, among other things, and people are denied basic human rights for simply being their authentic self is depressing as Hell, and I hope these fed-up little faeries bring you some of the solace they've brought me.
I opened an Etsy shop to sell my faeries because of a number of inquiries regarding buying them. They are also taking over my house so they have to go somewhere. If you're so inclined you can visit that shop here.
It's getting to me, you know. This food aversion, that I know is part of autism. We've been to the doctors, the feeding team, and the nutritionists. They all say the same thing: "It could be worse."
I get that. I know some of your children exist on goldfish crackers alone. I know that is excruciating for you, because you want them to have vitamins and minerals and all those things they need to help them grow.
So, forgive me when I say this:
I might barf if I have to make her one more peanut butter sandwich. Like my eldest, I have grown to dislike peanut butter, a food I once adored, because Miss Kate eats this for breakfast every single day. Every single day for 5 years running.
Her lunch...you ask? Well at lunch time she's practically a Foodie, with her flatbread with pesto and feta and chicken. It's a pizza she was introduced to at two years old. And for lunch and supper, she has it every single day. Every single day for 5 years running.
Snacks will range, thank goodness, from apples to more peanut butter sandwiches, to more pizza and back to apples again, but at least there is some change.
Chips and nuggets and french fries have made an appearance and so have grapes, strawberries and an Aero bar of all things. but those things come and go.
Her staples remain the same.
Now if you're shaking your head and thinking stupid things like: "I could get that child to eat", "In my day we ate what was put in front of us or we didn't eat at all" or my favorite. "She's just a picky-eater", I would like to extend an invitation to my home. Please come and do what teams of professionals could not do. Please come and introduce a new food to my child, or any child with food aversion, and I will gladly bow down to your superiority, you smug son of a bitch.
But until then...
Tonight, before bed when she asks for a peanut butter sandwich, I'll make it. I'll gag a little as I slather the peanut butter on the bread, but I'll hand it to her and she'll happily eat it, again. Like she's done every single night, for five years running.
What are you food aversion experiences?
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Saint John, NB
Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)