My Craving For Approval Was Ruining Their Appetites
I hung up my apron and turned off the stove because I was sick of hearing two little voices say "I don't like it." Before
you give me the ever-present judgmental attitude, let me explain. It's been
a bumpy road along the way to familial bliss for my boyfriend, his two boys and
me. Our modern family has been more broken than innovative. I tried to
show my love for them with every "kid approved" recipe written. But
instead of turning our table into a scene from "The Brady Bunch" I
was left trying to cheer lead my meals into their mouths.
Our worlds were so far apart. They were
scared I was replacing their mother; I had no interest in trying to parent some
other woman's kids. I was tired, rejected and hurt so I did the mature
thing. I quit kitchen patrol.