Before having Gianna, I would have thought doing daily kid-related chores (changing diapers, dressing her, feeding her, etc) would be boring, humdrum tasks I wouldn’t want to do. I figured it would be like my own mind-numbing morning ritual of showering, shaving, and putting in my contacts. If you had asked me if I thought feeding her would be fun, I would have said no. I would expect it to be just like changing a diaper.
But you know what?
I get a huge kick out of feeding her.
I probably love feeding her as much as she loves applesauce.
After doing a bit of thinking about it, I realized that I like it for many reasons:
1. She gets a lot of satisfaction out of eating adult food.
2. It’s a great way to take time out of my day to connect with her on a very personal level.
3. I like introducing her to new foods and seeing her reaction.
4. I love to hear her say “mmmm.” if she finds something particularly tasty.
5. It’s gratifying to see her not touch the spoon or bowl or anything except her water bottle when she wants a drink. (We have taught her when to touch things and when to leave them alone during mealtime. When I feed her breakfast, I like to set my coffee on the tray right on front of her, well within her reach. And you know how many times she has knocked it over? Zero. Of course I don’t walk off very far and allow her the chance to spill it.) There is just something about seeing her become well-mannered that makes me feel good.
I guess there’s also the fact that this stage won’t last forever–she’s 11-months-old, after all, and pretty soon, she’ll be using her own silverware and feeding herself more than just finger food. A friend recently told me that the first few years are a golden age and that I should really try to savor it. I have been thinking about that a lot lately, especially as I watch her make such huge leaps weekly.
Every time I feed her, I am reminded that she will be a big kid soon enough.