Dear Son,
We live in a "clean your plate" [read FAT] society. Don't frown readers (all four of you), you know I'm telling the truth. Out of control proportions and giant size everything. I can't count the number of times I've left a restaurant feeling less than beautiful, (and certainly less than comfortable) because I had to take "one more bite," just because it was there! So this morning Son, I just wanted to make note of the fact that you, in your childlike wisdom - are still young enough to not have had this way of life indoctrinated into your way of thinking and behaving.
Without fail, you never take the last two or three bites on your plate. When feeding yourself - I'll notice you just sitting in your highchair, looking bored after a bit. I approach to see just a bite or two left on your plate. I always fork it and try to give it to you - but regardless how much you love whatever it is that is on that plate, [and at that point, waving in front of your mouth] you turn your head in protest. And the same whenever I'm feeding you . . . once we reach that last bite - your head turns and no amount of coaxing on my part is convincing enough to open the steel trap that is your mouth once it has closed.
So today it occurs to me . . . you're not trying to be difficult -
YOU'RE JUST FULL!!!
Imagine that.
As always, love you Son. Thank you for again today, teaching me where I could use a bit more wisdom.
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I'm a father that shares the parenting duties for my three children with my wife. Sometimes my wife will go out of town for a day, two or three. After which I usually take the time to call our friends that are single parents to let them know that I'm in awe of the job that they perform on a daily basis. My hat is of to you.
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