My Plea
My brain is working on overtime
Thinking up all the ways to please you
Without sacrificing what is good.
I know what we want isn't always what we need.
I wish you would just trust me.
Be open.
Don't push me away.
Why do I have to put on this disguise to make you happy?
Why are you only accommodating if I put on a show?
I want to tear down these walls you've built up
And take you with me on this journey.
If only you knew the hope and love behind my actions.
But, you don't.
Or don't care.
You crush me with your no.
My heart sinks with your dismissal.
I see red as you turn your face away with your nose in the air.
I clench my fist and hold back my rage.
I breathe in and out slowly,
Fake an enticing smile, and
with a pleasant voice
I beg,
"Please try this yummy food Mommy made for you.
Please eat something more than rice.
Please?"
Dedicated to everyone blending up spinach in the marinara sauce, hiding veggies under rice, and holding your breath as you offer your child that spoonful of healthy food only to be rejected again and again. Today my daughter ate watermelon and goldfish crackers for lunch. Yes, I gave in. Yes, I felt like a loser. But, dinner is around the corner and I will try again.
