This story reminded me so much of my home, I had to share it :)

I,too, am an ardent supporter of breastfeeding, having nursed all four of my sons. However, giving my children this healthy start has led to an unforseen consequence-many years after weaning, they still consider me the fount of all food.   My sixteen year old son wandered into the living room a few days ago. He plopped on the sofa and announced, "I'm hungry." I ignored him.   "Mom, I'm hungry. What can I have to eat?"    "The kitchen is less than six feet away, Ethan," I pointed out. "Go find something."   "But, I want you to tell me what to eat," he said plaitively. Plaintive, in a six foot tall teen who shaves, isn't appealing.

If it was just this son, I wouldn't feel so concerned. But his fourteen year old brother regularly comes home from basketball practice with the greeting, "What's for dinner?" Thats it. No, "Hi, Mom." No, "how was your day, Mom?" Just "What's for dinner."   I can't blame this on my spouse. In twenty years of marriage, my husband has never greeted me with "What's for dinner?" He can take care of himself.

On the drive home from school recently, I mentioned to the boys that their dad had a hard week at work. "Maybe I should work full time, and let your dad be a stay at home dad for awhile."I mused.  It was like all the air in the car had been sucked out. "No!" gasped twelve year old Zack. "Bad idea,Mom." the fourteen year old concured.  "Why?" I asked.  "We'd starve," said Alex. Zack agreed, "When I tell Dad I'm hungry, he says, 'Go fix yourself something to eat.'"  We spent the rest of the drive home in silence. The children, fearfull that their gravy train might leave the tracks, were subdued, while I absorbed the knowledge that I'm to blame for their lack of survival skills.

After talking with friends whose children feed themselves, I've started my New Year off with one goal-to have all four sons to be self feeders by spring. To that end, I've posted a list of available snacks on the fridge, to circumvent the "What's to eat?" question.  A few days into this new way of living, I was feeling much better. I'd kept guilt at bay, reassured by the fact that no one appeared malnourished.  I was working hard at my desk late one night when I felt a small presence beside me. I had a lotto do and very little time, so I just kept on working. A sigh breezed past my ear. I looked up into the blue eyes of seven year old Sam.  "Mom," he said, "I'm really hungry."   Knowing he'd walked past his father and past his three brothers to reach me, I took a deep breath.  "Sam, there's a list on the fridge and other people who can help you."      "But, everything tastes better when you make it, Mom." he said.

I blame it all on breastfeeding.                        -Cindy Hval  Chicken Soup for the Soul

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Jun. 3, 2008 at 2:35 PM OMG I love it ...  I think its so right ..   I stoped  Nursing my  6 mos old so maybe he will be able to feed himself . God knows its to late for the others .

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