I’d Do Anything for My Kids—Except Share My Snacks

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I would give my life for my kids without a second thought. If they needed a kidney, an eyeball, or even a pint of blood, I’d gladly volunteer. I’d traverse harsh landscapes, crawl through deserts, and endure any hardship to shield them from pain or sorrow. However, there’s one significant exception to my parental devotion: my food is off-limits.

I know, I know. As a parent, I should be the epitome of generosity and selflessness. I strive to embody that spirit in many areas, but when my kids approach me with those big, innocent eyes, pleading for a taste of whatever I’m munching on, they’re met with a firm “no.” They’d better retract those fingers before they risk an accidental bite injury! I’m not trying to be harsh, but there are plenty of valid reasons for my refusal, whether I’m devouring a chocolate bar or a salad.

First off, kids are just plain gross. I’ve witnessed their little hands exploring places they shouldn’t, only to wipe the aftermath on my walls—thanks for that, little piggies! I’ve seen how remnants of their chewed food can contaminate my drink, along with that string of drool connecting their lip to my glass. And don’t get me started on how they lick the flavor off Cheetos and leave the soggy leftovers behind. I take my food seriously and won’t let it be mistreated like that.

Then there’s the matter of snack fairness. My kids indulge in sweet treats often, while I’m left munching on carrot sticks and feeling sorry for myself. They feast on cupcakes at school and lollipops at the bank, while I’m over here balancing my sugar intake just to fit into the swings at the park (because let’s be honest, my leggings can only stretch so far). So when I finally get to enjoy one of my rare treats, they had better think twice before asking for a bite. Just because they had a cupcake at school doesn’t mean they get to mooch off my goodies!

Let’s be real: I provide my kids with all the nourishment they need. I’m not hoarding a buffet while they starve like Oliver Twist. They’re well-fed, no doubt! And if I have something like a box of Girl Scout cookies that I want to keep all to myself, I’ll hide them and enjoy them privately. I’m not gorging on snacks in front of them while they munch on vegetables.

Every day, I give my all—physically, mentally, and emotionally—as any parent does. I shuttle them around, keep track of important dates, and mediate their squabbles while helping them with their homework. If I want to keep something as trivial as my food to myself, I won’t feel guilty about it. After all, it’s one of the few things in this parenting journey that is entirely mine.

I’m not denying them love or guidance—just that stash of chocolate hidden in my desk drawer.

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Summary

As parents, we often give everything for our children, but some things, like our snacks, remain sacred. We juggle providing nourishment and managing our own cravings. It’s all about maintaining a balance between generosity and self-preservation in the chaotic world of parenting.