Wednesday
Jun302004
Wednesday, June 30, 2004 at 12:01AM
Feeding My Son
Neither one of us were good at it. I was trying to feed my son and he was trying to be fed. I held him in one arm. His head rested in the palm of my hand. The bottle looked huge up next to his tiny head. We learned together and he grew.
The next milestone was cereal and the use of a spoon. Again, we started out sloppy. He wore more cereal than he ever digested, but today, he can down a box in a couple of days. We still need to work some on cleaning up the dishes.
From cereal to baby food was an easier transition. He was getting the hang of eating with a spoon and I was getting better wielding one. He continued to grow.
The pace quickened. John was eating more and more foods. He began to feed himself. First with the hands grinding it into his face and eventually with cutlery, including salad forks.
He feeds himself today. I don't have to cut his meat, peal his orange, or open his canned drink. He can read the directions for easy opening. He does not need me to feed him any more OR does he?
There are many kinds of food. I have been talking about food for the body, but there is also food for the mind, food for the soul, and food for thought. A parent is charged with preparing their child for the world. I also see the role of the parent in shaping the child to be an ethical, hard working, member of society.
The funny thing about these other foods is they do not always nourish our children the way we would like. Our servings of prejudice and vitriolic tirades may cause the moral equivalent of high cholesterol or obesity. Our narrow mind, bitter gossip, and vindictive judgments are poisons to love, tolerance, and acceptance. These foods are easily produced and prepared and children who consistently eat at this serving line often become angry and bitter. Life has no shine, no hope, and a young soul slowly withers leaving but an empty shell.
We may think they do not listen to us, but they do. Our words and actions are closely scrutinized. I have delivered many a sermon to my son only to find out he paid more attention to my phone conversation with one of my buddies or a comment I made during the news. This is where consistency comes in. Our words are important, but must be backed by our actions.
Maybe Dorothy Law Nolte said it best in the following poem:
If A Child Lives With . . .
If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
If a child lives with fear, he learns to be apprehensive.
If a child lives with jealousy, he learns to feel guilt.
If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns to be confident.
If a child lives with praise, he learns to be appreciative.
If a child lives with acceptance, he learns to love.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with recognition, he learns that it is good to have a goal.
If a child lives with honesty, he learns what truth is.
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice.
If a child lives with security, he learns to trust in himself and others .
If a child lives with friendliness, he learns the world is a nice place in which to live.
-Dorothy Law Nolte
Until the next time
John Strain