How My Dog Taught Me To Be A Better Parent

My daughter is twelve. She is my middle child and she's just starting middle school. The school change has caused some hick-ups. She's always been the child who resists new. She clung to her worn running shoes, her old bed mattress (begged us not to take it to the dump even though the dog peed on it one too many times). She was my only baby who rejected her fist solid food. My other two babies were thrilled to taste the mushy rice cereal, as though it was Haagen-Dazs. Not my middle girl, she spit it out--only breast milk would do. 

 What I didn't count on is how her picky eating would eventually catch up to her in her tween years. She gets sick, often--cold viruses, stomach bugs, aches and pains. I've taken her to the doctor, had her blood tested. She is healthy enough but has become gluten intolerant--I blame this on her picky eating. Her favorite thing has been white bread products. I believe she over did it and has now become sensitive to wheat. 

What started out as childhood pickiness is now effecting not only her health, but energy level and school attendance.

A picky, gluten intolerant eater soon becomes a too-thin tween. My daughter's eating habits were not going to change on their own. I had to change them. When doctors and self help books failed, I looked to my dog for the answer. Training my new puppy might give me ideas on how to train my daughter. My pup has behavioral issues, ones that could ultimately affect his life. At five months Pablo (my pup) demonstrated very aggressive behavior towards other dogs. I've spent the last six months training him with unflinching dedication in situations that are often terrifying and emotionally exhausting. I  must lead him. On his own, he is self-destructive. My daughter's eating habits have also become self destructive, I must lead her to a safer path. 

She eats what I make her now. I keep everything gluten free and healthy. She must drink a super-antioxidant rich glass of juice each morning as well. She hates this, plugs her nose and gags as though its medicine. I am insisting she eat what I put on her plate. I am not cruel, I don;t force her to eat things she absolutely has always detested, but I am unflinching, dedicated, tough. But when my child is damaging her own health with picky eating, it is this unflinching, parental  assertiveness that gives me hope that she is becoming well nourished and strong. How did I become this assertive parent?  Training my aggressive dog has made me stronger. I can lead, even the most obstinate children, to a safer path. Sometimes a new dog can teach a Mom a few tricks.