Hoping to reap the supposed health benefits of Greek yogurt, I stopped buying the foil-topped containers of Yoplait yogurt over a year ago. Before hopping on the Greek yogurt bandwagon, I used to share the regular kind with Philip. For a few weeks last spring, he happily consumed it, either allowing me to feed it to him or choosing to spoon it up himself. I celebrated these achievements. Then, as often happens with food (and other developmental milestones), Philip lost interest in the yogurt, no longer enjoying the texture, no longer tolerating me waving a spoon in his face, no longer attempting to feed himself.
Still queasy from my mistake of buying nearly inedible store-brand Greek yogurt, I opted to purchase three containers of Yoplait that were on sale last week. The day after I went shopping, Philip led me to the refrigerator. I assumed he wanted milk, and I think that was his original intention. Yet, as he took my hand to guide it to the milk jug, he suddenly changed directions. My fingertips came to rest on the yogurt.
Even though I shouldn’t be, I’m continually surprised by the details that Philip remembers. Smiling, I grabbed two spoons, metal for me, plastic for Philip. I followed him to the table. Philip tried to pull off the lid, but eventually grabbed my hand to ask me to open it.
Once the container was opened, Philip tentatively put in his spoon. He carefully poked at the creamy mixture. He finally scooped up a dab of the strawberry yogurt. He lifted it out – and put it straight to my mouth.
For the next ten minutes, Philip fed me yogurt. He wasn’t willing to eat any himself. As he occasionally missed and hit my upper lip or smeared some on my cheek, I realized how it must feel to have someone else feed you. I didn’t like having the cold, slimy stuff anywhere other than inside my mouth. For a child so sensitive to texture, I can only imagine how disconcerting that feels to Philip.
For the next two nights, Philip repeated this ritual. He took me to the fridge, showed me that I should take out a carton of yogurt, and then sat at the table to feed it to me. I made sure I didn’t pack it in my lunch so we could do this together.
I could be discouraged that Philip won’t eat the yogurt himself, but I choose not to be. He’s willing to be near food that he doesn’t want to eat. While he isn’t feeding himself, he’s practicing the motor skills necessary to do so. Most importantly, what parent wouldn’t love bonding with her child in this way or appreciate such a sweet gesture from her son?
Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?
Oh man, the tenderness here slays me.
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It is so sweet of him. Of course, he’s taken to feeding me other food items he doesn’t want, so the volume of food may slay me.
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This was lovely. So sweet that Philip wants to feed you like you fed him.
Have you ever tried the Greek yogurt made by The Greek Gods company. It’s hands down, the best! The honey flavor is to die for.
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I can’t remember if I tried that brand or not. I found that I did not enjoy the honey-flavored one that I sampled, but that could be brand related.
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So sweet I want to squeeze him! Tender and touching! I would love that time (back) with my kids. Love this!
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You bring up another reason that it’s better to embrace the moment than despair-I’d rather look back on this fondly than waste time fighting with him to eat.
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Lovely. I was especially touched by your moment of insight into what it felt like to have someone feed you.
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My little guy sure has a way of teaching me empathy.
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that is so sweet
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Maybe he’ll want to start feeding me ice cream . . .
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yes! but that one might turn back around on you. š and loved the song ref title.. i hummed it for the rest of the day. š
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Food is a metaphor for love, of course and after reading this, I am full.
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Oh, that almost makes my heart burst.
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Love love love.
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This warms my heart. Your care for him and his tenderness for you.
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This is a really sweet post. Love it.
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How sweet and he is being the mom and you the child in a sense….how cool
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It is an interesting role reversal
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Such a cool experience!
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beautiful
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holy goodness, i’m in tears. so beautiful. so so so beautiful.
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I’m also not a big fan of yoghurt, and I really don’t like being fed — but this story makes both sound appealing. š
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This is such a sweet post. Savor the moments more than the food. (or the food struggles as it were. š ) Definitely.
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I was really rooting for Philip to rediscover his love for yogurt again once he found that you had bought the Yoplait. But the fact that he started feeding you instead? That was even better!
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Oh my gosh, this is so sweet. What a great little man you have. I think you’re seeing it with the right perspective. š
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What a thing to realize–and a lesson for all of us–what it’s like to be at the mercy of someone else’s whims, even if they’re doing something good, like feeding us. I love this story–and that you are seeing the joy in it rather than aggravation.
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