My seven-year-old son, Jacob, recently spent a few days with his grandparents. My in-laws are some of the most patient and kid-friendly people I have ever met, and they are lovely individuals. They also have very good intentions and want only the best for their grandchildren.
For those who don't know, I should preface this post with the explanation that Jacob has Sensory Processing Disorder. While the disorder manifests differently in each individual, Jacob is most sensitive to food textures (and most clothing and loud sounds). Not only do the way certain foods feel bother him (to the touch and in his mouth), how they look can send him in a frenzy.
It drives me crazy when people refer to Jacob as "picky" because his problem is so much more than general pickiness. I laugh when people try to "fix" his food issues with simple advice. "It takes at least fifteen times of being served the same food before picky kids will try it," they'll say. And then I have to remind them I've placed the same foods in front of Jacob for the past seven years without any luck. They don't understand that Jacob touching or smelling certain foods, or placing them on his tongue, is a BIG step for him. They don't understand that he can almost always taste the subtle differences between brands of peanut butter or orange juice or cereal. They don't understand that if the pasta is not cooked for exactly eight minutes or the bread is not toasted just so, Jacob will push it aside. Feeding him can be a real struggle most days.
Many people would call me an enabler or a short-order cook, but I don't mind. "If he doesn't eat what you fix, just let him go hungry," they'll say. "That will teach him." But I beg to differ. Until you have a child who voluntarily chooses to go hungry vs. eating a forkful of meatloaf, you're not teaching him anything at all. Or perhaps what you are teaching him is that you don't care enough about his needs to prepare him something he will tolerate. I don't starve my cats out of a meal, so WHY would I do that to my own child?
When Jacob was with his grandparents, he told my mother-in-law one evening he'd like to eat a cheeseburger for dinner. I'm impressed that Jacob even suggested it, but what my mother-in-law should have done was call us to ask exactly what type of cheeseburger he'd eat. I would have told her to offer him a McDonald's cheeseburger (without the onions) and have a backup available, because he'd probably take one tiny bite and be done with it. Instead, she made homemade hamburger patties and served him one of those. He took one small bite and vomited. I think my mother-in-law took it personally, but she shouldn't have. Instead, she should have seen the entire situation as one small step toward success. Jacob has to try new foods on his own terms. However, my mother-in-law has always operated under the mistaken assumption that she can reform my son. She thinks it's love, patience and a little cajoling that will change his mind.
This spring and summer, I'm really looking forward to getting out in the garden and planting our fruits and vegetables. Jacob loves to garden, and it's been great therapy for him. Not only does he enjoy turning over the dirt in preparation for planting, he likes to sow the seeds and harvest the food. Over the years, I've had great success in getting him to try our garden produce. The first year he tried a bite of strawberry, which caused him to vomit. The second year he tried a bite of carrot, which he tolerated. Last year he tried a fresh blueberry and a small bite of crunchy green bean. Although he didn't like either, at least he swallowed them (with a minor amount of wretching).
I'm confident that Jacob will one day transcend this disorder. Even though it can make his (and our) life miserable at times, it does not define who he is.
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