He looked at me as if I was on drugs and then said "Are you asking me this because you know I did something naughty and your trying to trick me into telling you"…
Ummm I am now….
He then said " is this about sugar?"
I told him that no it wasn't about sugar, I was just wondering how my favourite 7 year old was, since I have been spending a lot of time with his clingy little sister lately. Since becoming sick, she has decided that she must be attached to me at all times and if someone else (like a 7 year old) comes near me, then they will be kicked in the face (literally).
After telling me a very long story about someone farting during show and share, backed up with another story about a girl farting when everyone was sitting on the mat at school, I realised that this was as deep as our conversation was going to get.
I then asked him how the sugar thing was going, since he bought it up first.
For the first time since quitting fructose, he actually seemed content with where he was in this journey. He didn't start off by telling me what he is missing out on or what he wants. Nor did he tell me about what other people are having, that he needs in his life. And by miracle, he didn't try and debate me about the merits of letting him have one can of soft drink.
He said, "Its good, its not really anything. I forgot we weren't having sugar."
I asked him what that means:
"It means that I don't even care. I just eat my lunch at school and don't care about what anyone else is eating. I did see a Nike water bottle that squirts water in your mouth and I really really want one."
I told him that's great and that I was very proud of him. I then asked him what the hardest part is?
"Its not hard anymore. You said I could have some sugar if I wanted to at a party and sometimes I do, but it gives me a headache. I do like soft drink. Probably Fanta the best, but I don't care if I don't have it, well as long as my best friend isn't having one and I have to have water."
I then asked him if he feels better now that we don't have much sugar?
"I feel a lot more muscly. I think I also have a six pack now because I have been really healthy. Do I have a six pack? I think my body is growing because its not wasting time with all that sugar in my body.""
I then told him, he totes has a six pack, maybe even an 8 pack and that he needs to lay off the kiddy roids… he had no idea what this meant, but promised me that he would keep off them. Such a good kid!
You have no idea how good this feels in my little black heart!!!!
The hardest part of this journey, has been dealing with the thought that I am making my kids into social outcasts. No matter how many things I read online, about how its teaching them resilliance and how it's doing them so much more good, it doesn't make it any easier. Especially looking into the eyes of the person you love most in this world who is begging to be like everyone else. It really hurts. At times I have actually had to walk away and tell myself to pull it together.
I still remember very early on in this journey when we were at the park. All of the other kids in the playground (and this is not even an exaggeration) had this frozen cordial koala drink, that was on sale for 50c. The 7 year old was so excited when he saw them and just assumed that he too would be able to have one. When I said, that he could get a water, he didn't chuck a tantrum or get mad, he just started crying and whispering, "please mum, please please can I get one". "I promise I will be really good and won't ask you to push me on the swing, please mum.". I told him that I had another treat at home for him and he just kept hugging my leg crying into my dress, saying please mum, everyone else has one, please can I get one too. I have money in my money box at home, you can take it out of that".
I literally wanted to turn to the nearest adult and cry in their lap (okay the nearest female adult… cause that would be all types of weird putting my head in some random mans lap… actually this whole sentence sounds weird) You get my point!
We had to leave the playground, because I felt so terrible having him there with everyone else sucking back on their frozen treats. I felt like such a horrible, horrible mum because every other time we had come to the park, we always left with an ice-cream or frozen koala drink. I was so close to just letting him get one but thought that I had to be strong or next time it won't be a koala drink it will be a milky way.
I literally had tears in my eyes when we got in the car and apologised to the 7 year old for not getting him one and that I was trying to do the best thing for him. He then lost his sh*t and told me he hates this no sugar thing and he hates that he can't have frozen drinks and I'm pretty sure he hated me at that point in time.
The main thing is we got through it.
He may not have got an invite to join the Frozen Koala Lovers drink of Australia, but he did learn that mum does have some balls when she needs them. She stole them off Dad and keeps them in her handbag for times just like these.
The best thing about this journey has been watching the 7 year old grow to the point he is now making choices by himself. I know that they won't always be the choices he should make, especially if soft drink is involved, but it is now at a point, I never imagined it getting to.
I was so bloody worried that he was going to be that kid at a birthday party that spends the whole time at the food table pushing all types of sugary goodness into his mouth, whilst the rest of the kids are playing party games. He isn't.
The last party we went too, all he was interested in was playing tiggy and a promised glass of soft drink. He was offered cake and lollies and all the other party goodies, but he went for the fruit tray and the sausage rolls. Everyone commented on how good he was, when he offered to give his lolly bag to the little sister of one of the guests who turned up and there wasn't enough for the siblings.
Its days like today that I feel like I'm doing a pretty good job as a mum.
We even went grocery shopping today and the two year old pointed at her usual kinder surprises at the counter, but the 7 year old just said "No!" and she was over it. She then went about trying to stand on the trolley seat with one foot, whilst using my shirt to balance herself showing off my bra and cleavage to anyone who wanted to look.
I actually strutted out of the shop today, because we don't usually make it out of there without at least one maybe three tantrums by the 2 year old demanding some type of chocolate. My natural high was bought down a notch, when we got to the car and the 7 year old told me that my fly was undone…… (yep I am that person). Good times for all really.
Yesterday I made some marshmallows in the thermomix.
The thing with homemade marshmallows is, that if you expect them to taste like store bought ones, then you will be extremely disappointed every.single.time. I always taste them and think "pfft what is this crap, this isn't marshmallow". The kids still like them but the 2 year old has a tactile thing where anything slimy or sticky she won't touch or eat. She actually touches it and says "scary" in the cutest little voice.
I also have never made them in the thermomix before and they didnt fluff up or set as well as the old mixmaster marshmallows do.
When I make marshmallows I do a little somethin somethin on the top that makes them seems super cool. I place about 6 drops of natural food colouring on the top after I have poured it into the tray and then add another 6 drops of another colour. I get a skewer and rake up and down the marshmallow to create a funkadelic pattern. The kids think they look amazing, which might make up for the taste.
I also linked the original recipe for those without a thermomix, that I made awhile ago.
As homemade marshmallows go, the taste is pretty much the same, just the texture is different.
I also recommend using a good vanilla essence (we have made our own) as sometimes the cheaper stuff can give it a crappy taste.
I also made some Cheesy pumpkin puffs. These were devoured by everyone. I hadn't even taken them off the cooling rack and 10 were missing. Getting them to puff is a little bit of an art. If you take them out too soon, they deflate. Puffed or not they taste the same. I guess it comes down to how anal you are about presentation.
I made some Sour Cream and Onion Chickpea chips and pretty much the consensus was that if I make them again, then I will be sleeping outside with the dog.
I even made some chicken loaf. Now I am going to be honest and say that our family doesn't eat any deli meats ever. I had heard so many good things about this recipe, that I had to try it. The 7 year old loved it but he loves roast chicken on a sandwich. I don't know if it is worth it. On one hand I know exactly what goes into it and someone said that you know there isn't any of the nasties they use to fatten up roast chickens. Umm wouldn't it be the same nasties in the meat you buy raw??
Honestly it was cool to say I made a chicken loaf. I can tick that off my bucket list but I don't think it will make an appearance again. If the 7 year old requests it, then I may but he is also a vegemite and cheese every.single.bloody.day type of kid. I could offer him a million dollar cheque on a sandwich and he will turn his nose up at it and request vegemite butter and cheese.
I also smashed out some cinnamon scrolls that were AMAZING but this big mumma needs these out of her life because I have nearly eaten the whole container…. by myself (legit!)
The 7 year old is requesting that we play a game of snakes and ladders, so that is my computer time over.
Heres to a beautiful week for us all.
Love Jess x