My son is a tweener; and his favorite after school snack is Ramen noodles. He steeps them carefully in a bowl of boiling water under a saucer, then eats them with a fork, with much slurping and flipping around of bits of noodles and sauce.
(Yes– I have had to chisel them off the armchair and the floor by the tv.)
Yesterday, I said, “Logan, please find a soup spoon.” He replied, “Mom, what’s the big deal? People in China eat them with sticks!”
He’s right, of course. In approaching any problem or task, it is really a matter of personal choice which tool or utensil one uses. But as a mother, I thought I knew best. Being a parent of older kids has taught me that everything I say is up for question, debate, resistance, even ridicule. It’s their individuation process.
I might not like how he eats his noodles but experience has taught me that he has a reason that makes sense to him. So, I asked him why he eats them with a fork.
Guess what he said?
“Mom, its because the water is boiling hot and if I wind the noodles around a fork, I can eat them quickly while the juice is cooling down.”
So, there. All I have to do now is consider how to convince him to slow down when he eats. Til then, I have the consolation of knowing that at least he can cook something that will keep him from starvation.
As a graduate student, I lived on Ramen noodles. But I ate mine with a spoon, slowly.
