Children can be rather particular about textures; especially boys it seems. And come to think of it, even grown boys who are husbands and fathers can be funny about textures. My husband even has a problem with the texture of fabric I might wear to bed.
Getting children dressed can be a problem if the fabrics don't feel right, but an even more frustrating challenge, is food textures. And when you have three children with different food favorites, different disgusts, different allergies, and different texture preferences; meals can be quite the logistical challenge.
Even something as mundane and everyday as chicken. One expresses a preference for crunchy chicken strips but is allergic to egg. One likes the dark meat and loves it teriyaki style. The third hates dark meat and prefers it with no crust - and will even resort to peeling the crust off.
But getting back to texture by itself - Orangeboy definitely has had his challenges with food textures. Earlier in his life he would gag on anything that resembled a dairy product, even if it was soy milk, and he would gag on any canned fruit, but especially canned pears. His siblings, of course, loved their fruit canned.
And every time I would take Orangeboy to his Pediatrician, the doctor would recommend that I try to get some more calories into him to encourage weight gain and he would suggest that I try Ensure or milkshakes. (I would chuckle silently to myself.)
These days, Orangeboy can handle drinking a little soymilk without gagging - usually. And he will now eat cereal in milk, but this is still not his preference. Now that he can pour milk for himself, he tries to put in as little milk as possible and still call it cereal in milk. If I'm not looking he will try to eat his cereal dry.
Why don't I just let him?
1) One he needs the calories and calcium, and multivitamins for kids contain little or no calcium.
2) (And this is the best reason) He likes frosted mini-wheats.
I mean REALLY! A child who couldn't swallow canned pears and who gagged up more milk geysers than I care to think about wants to sit there and CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH away on DRY WHEAT BICUITS! I'm sorry, I just can't deal with that. I picture it shredding his gums, the sound bugs me, the length of time between the first crunch and the (finally) swallow.... aarrrghh!
So this morning, I played the part of the antagonist. I made him pour soymilk over his bowl full of mini-wheats. Usually he just sighs and eats with an expression that looks like I just put ketchup on his filet mignon. But today was a bad morning. He whined that I made him put too much on it. He said it was "over the top" of the cereal - but I beg to differ - and started to sigh repeatedly. I know what repeated sighs lead to.
Sure enough, soon he had big crocodile tears gushing out of his eyes and pooling at the bottom of his glasses. He slowly pushed a sweet, soggy wheat biscuit into his mouth between each sob.
I am such a terrible mother. Torturing him like that! Making him eat sweet, frosted mini-wheats soaked in that awful sweet and creamy soymilk. The horror. Poor Orangeboy! What's next? Canned pears in syrup over cinnamon crepes with whipped non-dairy topping?!!