Eating peas.
Who knew that eating something as small as a little green pea could make a person so happy?
My son has just found a bit more independence as he starts to eat food by himself. And peas have made it to the top of the list as one of his favourites.
Personally, I don't really like peas, but eat a spoonful every now and then as a side dish, to try and get my quota of veggies in. Trying to be a diligent mother, I have to encourage him to eat things that are “good for him.”
And it's easy enough to put a handful of cooked peas onto his high chair tray.
The only problem is once he starts to feed himself, it doesn't all make it to his mouth. So then I’ve got peas on the floor and in the folds of his clothes. Mushed into his hair and squashed into the cracks of his high chair.
The other day, I found a hard one that had rolled under the dishwasher. It was a few days old by then. I’m not sure if that says something about my son’s hand-eye co-ordination or my cleaning habits.
I know there’s more mess to come, but I’m not looking forward to it.
Well, at least I know he’s making progress from the pea puree I used to make.
And when he’s a teenager and eating everything in my cupboards, I’m sure I’ll look back to this time when all he needed was a few peas to keep him happy, and wonder why he had to keep growing up.