I just witnessed the most epic temper tantrum of all time. In my kitchen. By my own kid. It all started when I got him up from his nap. That sounds like I woke him up, but I’m not completely stupid. I didn’t do that, and I never would. He asked me to carry him out of bed and into the living room. He does this from time to time, and Justin and I get confused because the kid has NO PROBLEM getting out by himself when he is supposed to be napping. Anyway, I digress.

Once we got to the living room, a steady stream of crying and whining ensued. I am used to this because, on a pretty regular basis, Harrison wakes up on the proverbial wrong side of the bed. No worry, though, I just let him cry it out until he’s awake, and he’s usually back to himself in no time at all. Today, the ruckus seemed to be going on a little longer, and then he asked me for something to eat. Ahh, I thought, this must be it. My kid is hungry. That was going to be a simple fix, because he had barely touched his lunch, and I saved it for him in the fridge. Thoughtful of me, I know.

I set the plate down, and he took one glance at it from across the room and melted into a pool of tears. Again. He kept wailing, “I want you to feed me!”, which puzzled me for several minutes. After reassuring him that I had, in fact, fed him, and his food was on the table, he was still inconsolable. He went on and on telling me for at least fifteen minutes that I needed to feed him. He did this in a nearly unintelligible manner, with tears streaming down his face, all slumped over in a fit of unhappiness.

It then dawned on me that he wanted me to FEED him. Like, spoon feed him. You know, pick up a utensil, shovel food on there, and put it in his mouth. Once I had this puzzle solved, I started laughing. I have not spoon fed this child in ages. He will be three next month. He is perfectly capable of doing this on his own, yet he was so angry I would not oblige that he even started hitting and kicking me.

He was so adamant that he could not feed himself that I had to think. Had I forgotten? Perhaps I just dreamed that he is an able-bodied and very independent individual, and now I’m awake and this is reality. Do I regularly spoon feed my toddler? No, that can’t be right. I glanced over at 14 month old Ella, who was shoving food in her mouth faster than I could cut it up, a trick I KNOW she learned from her big brother. I stopped second-guessing myself, and insisted that he was that hungry, he could eat on his own. I did the very best I could do to stifle my laughter, but I simply refuse to give in to such helplessness. I taught sixth grade for ten years-I know what happens to kids whose parents give in to learned helplessness. It doesn’t end, and you’re then stuck in a cycle of doing everything for your kid, forever.

I have included for you a video clip of this ridiculous event. In case you’re wondering, he never did eat his lunch, but he had no problem eating a cookie on his own later in the day.

Author: livefromtimeout

When I'm not refereeing my two children, I like to workout and drink wine. But not at the same time. Teaching happens to be my vocation and my passion.

7 thoughts on “FEED ME”

  1. Oh man! I love your writing voice! It just shines through. I can hear you telling me this story and I was laughing out loud! I love the little “asides” you put into your piece. They added humor and allowed your personality to be seen. What an afternoon you had. Aren’t preschoolers fun? I was super impressed you had the idea to record the tantrum. I never had that brilliance when I was in the throws of them. Welcome to SOL! So glad you are here!


  2. Welcome to the Slice of Life Community! You’ll quickly find out how supportive everyone is.

    So, you have started the perfect blog with the perfect title with the even more perfect subjects! Oh the stories you will tell!

    Kids are amazing and confusing … and just when you think you’ve got it figured out … it all changes again. Enjoy the parenting ride! And thanks for sharing this first story of many, many more to come!



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