I would unreservedly give my last breath for my kids—seriously, I’d trade my life for theirs in a heartbeat. If they needed a kidney, an eyeball, or half the blood in my body, I’d be the first in line for anesthesia and willing to part with anything they needed. I’d traverse deserts, crawl across rough terrain, and endure any hardship to shield them from pain or sorrow. There’s just one exception to my boundless devotion: I absolutely will not share my food. Because honestly, there’s no “we” in “my food.”
Sure, I know that as a parent, I should embody generosity and kindness, and I strive to do so in many areas of our lives. But when my little ones approach me with those wide-eyed, hopeful expressions asking if they can have a bite or sip of my snack, they’re met with a firm and unyielding “no.” I’m not being cruel, but let’s face it—there are some pretty valid reasons why I need to keep my snacks off-limits, whether I’m indulging in a candy bar or munching on a salad.
Kids Can Be Gross
First off, kids can be downright gross. I’ve seen those tiny fingers exploring various (and questionable) places, only to then smear their findings on my walls—thanks, kiddos! They leave the bathroom without a hint of soap on their hands, and I’ve witnessed how remnants of chewed food can end up in my drink after they’ve taken a sip. And let’s not forget the string of drool that connects their lips to my glass. It’s a food lover’s nightmare, and I take my culinary delights far too seriously to risk such violations.
Snack Inequality
Then there’s the issue of snack inequality—my kids get to devour all sorts of sweet treats while I’m left longing for a taste. They enjoy cupcakes and cookies at school, candies during holidays, and lollipops at the drive-thru, while I’m over here trying to manage my sugar intake to fit into my favorite park swing (because let’s be real, my leggings have their limits). So when I finally indulge in one of my rare treats, they better think twice before asking me to share. Sure, they had a cupcake at school and a squished Twinkie from a friend, but they can’t expect a piece of my hard-earned dessert!
Providing Nutrition
Let’s be clear—I provide my children with all the nutrition they need. It’s not like I’m hoarding a banquet while they starve—far from it! They’re not deprived. And if I have something truly special, like a stash of Girl Scout cookies, you can bet I’ll hide those away for my own enjoyment. I’m certainly not munching on treats in front of them while they nibble on carrot sticks.
The Energy of Parenting
Day in and day out, I pour every ounce of my energy into being a parent. My kids draw from my physical, mental, and emotional resources as I ferry them around, remember important details for them, advocate for their needs, and help with homework. If I want to keep my food to myself, I will not feel guilty about it. After all, as any parent can attest, it’s one of the few things I can claim as entirely mine.
I’m not withholding love, support, or guidance—just that chocolate bar hidden in my nightstand.
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In summary, while I would go to great lengths for my children, sharing my food is where I draw the line. It’s a small act of self-preservation in the whirlwind of parenting, and it’s a pleasure I intend to keep for myself.