Serenity Prayer-ing Ax's Lunchbox

That little bastard, I mean, that love of my life, my only child, my darling boy, Ax, came home with a completely untouched lunchbox yesterday. WTF. We put his lunch together ourselves in the morning, and he seemed into it. It was a festival of various carbohydrates in little containers with just a whiff of peanut butter, and some cinnamon apple slices – requested – which seemed like such a happy, tasty, healthy treat. I felt a little guilty about giving him such a carb-heavy lunch, but I figured he likes what he likes and I accept that and I’m not going to battle over food.

Battling over food, or really anything, just seems like not how I want to be. So he got pita chips, peanut butter filled pretzels, a baggie of Puffins, popcorn, seaweed snacks, and the apple slices. Didn’t feel great about it, but that’s what he wanted so fine. Acceptance.

But then he didn’t even eat that stuff. And he was at school all day. I know he won’t starve to death, he’s going to eat if he needs to eat, but still.

Today I’m packing him two hardboiled eggs and a container of quinoa with sautéed greens and lentils. If he’s not going to eat at least I get to feel good about what I’m giving him. Ha! Change.