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 a 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 first solid food. My other two babies were thrilled to taste the mushy rice cereal, as though it were Haagen-Dazs. Not my middle girl, she spit it out; only breast milk would do.
A picky, gluten intolerant eater soon becomes a too-thin, anemic 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. The training never ceases. It’s not like we get it now, move on. No, the training is constant, vigilant. Each day is a new day with successes and set backs. But we’re on the right path of strong leadership
Caroline
Excellent Melissa – takes courage!
Mix Hart
Thanks Caroline. Everyday is a struggle!