Title: “Fruit roll-ups”
“I don’t want to go in, I don’t want to go in…” the chorus of dissent was growing in the back seat. Pulling the car up near the front door of the walk-in clinic, I looked at my wife. This was one of those moments when we both understood what was happening, but that still didn’t make it any easier. Appropriate decorum for this moment would have been that we all escort my wife into the waiting room of the clinic. In doing so, we would all be conveying our sympathy and caring support for a member of our family who was currently suffering from a mysterious sore throat, congestion, and general misery. Instead, it was a barrage of complaints and requests about not wanting to leave the car nor go in with Mama.
But we understood…they are five and seven. And we were suspicious as to the fullness of their health, anyway. I peeked over the snow-dusted, tree-topped horizon and could see the sun was preparing to set. “I could take them to the store?” I offered. “We could use a few things for dinner tonight.”
“That’s fine,” my wife responded, “I shouldn’t be long.” This had not been the plan, but we went with it. She hopped out, I drove off.
Once in the supermarket, I resolved to make the most of this adjustment– buy some healthy snacks and any medicine my wife might request via text, and then head back to the clinic to pick her up. Positioning the baby in the shopping cart, I immediately I noticed my other two girls wandering toward another aisle…away from the produce. “Girls, let’s stay together,” I reminded them.
“But Papa, we want to show you something!”
“After we get the fruits and vegetables, okay?” I negotiated.
It turned out what they wanted to “show me” was something they had learned about at school- fruit roll-ups. “Please, please!” they begged. For the second time in just fifteen minutes, I found myself choosing another battle. At the clinic it had been, “Do I force them to go inside? ” Here- do I tell them, “No, those are probably filled with high-fructose corn syrup and other ingredients that are not good for you!” Or do I cave? Again?
Driving home that night through the cold New England air, my wife asked, “Did you get them organic kind, at least?” I shook my head. I had caved. Again.
I remember those times – it is so hard to push through and sometimes giving in helps everyone in the long run! Hope everyone is well now!
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Oh, the push and pull of parenting … we have to pick our battles. I love your wife’s last question …
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Pick your battles, dad.
You chose wisely.
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Ha! Exactly…wish I had a manual for these little things… 🙂
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Your writing is suspenseful and then predictable and then funny at the end. Thanks for a story and the reminder of what all parents go through – the debate, do I or don’t I cave!
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LOL. Sometimes we have to choose whether or not the battle is worth it. In this case- you chose well 🙂 They are only little once and a fruit rollup or two will do no more damage to them than the occasional handful of candy or ice cream.
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I can completely relate! Fruit roll ups are a hot button issue in our household! Brinton came home with them a few weeks ago (for the same reasons as you) — to make a long story short, I wound up tossing them in the trash thinking that the kids had forgotten about them (they hadn’t), only to regret it once I had to face the consequences. Not. worth. the. battle! You made the right choice. Life is short. Choose your battles.
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Oh my goodness, what a story! Well, thanks for the affirmation, Beth. I feel better 🙂
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I get so tired of reading labels… I just want to go to the tree and pick it and know it is good for me. Take it from a grandma, pick your battles, and this was not one to pick this time. Well done!
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Oh, me too! The tree would be a great solution. Yes, Grandma’s advice is golden! Thanks for the feedback 🙂
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So funny! We don’t have children, but I can tell you that the battle is real-even with our dogs. We often cave for more treats than they need, just cuz we want them to be happy. Life is short. Everyone needs high-fructose corn syrup once in a while. At least that’s what my husband says when he comes back from the grocery. Everyone ALSO needs a dad who gives in! Ha!
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