Everyone has their price. M&M, for example, will choke down three baby carrots or even three green beans if she's faced with early bedtime for refusing. For a really, really good dessert, she'll choke down the carrots, but not the green beans.
Everyone has their limit, as well. Buoyed up with my success over getting M&M to eat 2 broccoli florets and 2 pieces of chicken, I presented her with an average-sized serving of chicken tortilla casserole. The combined horror of tomatoes, food cross-contamination, and the sheer size of the portion sent her into a state of mind that accepted early bedtime rather than tackle that Mountain of Casserole Hell.
Being a Type A personality, I tend to focus on the goal, rather than where we are in the journey. I found myself regularly criticizing M&M for her less-than-perfect eating habits, rather than giving her credit for where she's come in two short weeks. She began acting out this past week, and I realized that, like me, she needed to hear what she'd done well. She also needed to know that my love for her doesn't fluctuate based upon how many green vegetables she ingested this week.
I told her I hope she's proud of herself for the new things she's tried and the new attitudes she's cultivating. We had special time together, just the two of us. She drank up the praise and the love.
We're making progress.
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