We recently had a wonderful visit from my niece and her little two and a half year old daughter. I suspect you could find a child more adored and fawned over, but you’d probably have to leave the country, possibly cross the international date line.
My niece is a superior mom, possibly the best one our family has produced. And trust me, that’s saying a lot. Despite my rather middling stature as a mom, most of our family consists of super moms. In fact it’s a little intimidating trying to mother in the shadow of such great moms.
My grandmother managed to run a small business, home cook all the meals, and spoil her lucky grandchildren rotten. My mother dressed right out of a fashion magazine, taught me better grammar than a good number of adults, and spoils her grandchildren rotten. My sister developed her own side business while raising three children and now spoils her granddaughter rotten.
But so far my niece is putting all of us to shame.
Let’s take eating as just one example. I pride myself on feeding my children a few vegetables successfully. My kids will readily eat broccoli. Green beans and edamame are options, as long as there’s butter. I considered this a vast improvement on the iceberg lettuce and occasional sprig of parsley I had when I was a kid.
My niece, on the other hand, has her daughter eating asparagus. Asparagus! Without sauce! I can’t even get my husband to eat asparagus!
And did I mention the brussel sprouts? The kid is not even three and she’s eating brussel sprouts like they were… food or something.
To be fair, I do remember the time period before our first child turned four as a sort of golden veggie time. It was when I had almost total control over the eating environment and food options. Everything my daughter ate was fresh and didn’t come in a box or bag. I was, in my own way, a Veggie Czar.
Now, five years later it’s every kid for herself. In fact on some nights, mustard is our “vegetable.” We’ve become a sort of a food democracy, I guess, complete with butter, white bread, and way too many cookies.
Hopefully my niece can hold on to her Veggie Czar role better than I did. Because while being a great mom is not all about the asparagus, it’s still a darn impressive accomplishment in my book.
BTW: My niece says NEVER steam asparagus. Pan fry them in butter with salt and pepper just until you can stick a fork in them easily. mmmm.