I look to my left and see Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, a stuffed animal with a cute red ribbon around his neck. He always sits on that book, centered in the window of my parent’s cabin. Another Rudolph rests on a shoebox to the side of the window. My mom likes Rudolphs.
We write so many articles about how to feed our children nutritious food. How will we coax our children to eat their veggies? How will we prevent Flaming Hot Cheetos from becoming a breakfast staple?
No one seems to write articles about convincing parents to eat fruits and veggies, though. I watch in disbelief as my mom and dad pour chocolate soy milk on their chocolate cheerios. My mom wanders around the house carrying chocolate chip cookies to nibble as she goes. Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds is about as healthy as it gets in my folk’s house.
I throw rotting veggies from the bottom fridge drawer under bushes in the backyard’s overgrown garden. I resist efforts to feed me chocolate muffins. I try to duck endless low-cost, high-fat American restaurant meals.
But in the end, a parent’s gotta do what a parent’s gotta do, I guess.
