It's important to be warm

It seems nearly impossible to speak of being proud of anything regarding one’s child without the implication of competition, of judging, of partaking in the horrible game of it. I feel geniunely pleased that Benjamin will only eat the veggies that Ian makes for him. The jarred stuff gets a turned nose, a flailed arm smaking hte spoon away. Being heavily proactive in what our son eats is our choice, one we celebrate because food is so vital to us, and of course, food is love. Not dissimilarly, we’re still nursing. Not because of some deep belief about what’s best, etc. etc. We’re long past that; that choice was made early on, enforced by a baby who wouldn’t take the bottle anyway. Now it’s just how it is, a fact not unlike how we’re vegetarian. It’s not as if that’s an everyday choice we consider and make. It just is. With food, the deeply personal is the deeply political no matter how casual you make it. Anything can be overthought and overwrought and culturally, we’re up shit creek in any attempt to be casual about such things.

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