Embracing change

Meal times were turning into a bit of a daily nightmare around here. Then about a week or so ago, I threw in the towel. Tired of having food pushed, refused or thrown on the floor, coupled with a filthy attitude... one night I turned the spoon back on the aggressor and walked away. To my complete and utter surprise, silence. Silence AND every last morsel of food demolished.

Sometimes I overlook when my babies are ready to go to the next stage. I don't always see it coming and certainly don't realise when it's right in front of me. Like a clingy mama duck, I ruffle my feathers and fight to protect and nurture and keep them close. But this little duckling is now twenty months old and I almost can't believe it. He will be two in such a short time and he WILL want to do things on his own, for himself. He WILL insist on this. Instead of battling it, I need to embrace it. Watching him feed his own hungry mouth these days, I couldn't be happier. Children really have an intuitive way of teaching themselves... and their Mama's.