Showing posts with label life lessons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life lessons. Show all posts

6.10.2013

What I've Learned in Food Therapy: Part 2 of 2

 Eli's eating progress

I'm so excited to finally be sharing some specific tips on how to get picky eaters (or kids that just aren't interested in food) to eat! In case you missed my post last month, I told the story of my son Eli and his struggles with eating. He has recently finished a 4 month feeding therapy program through Primary Children's Rehab in Bountiful, UT. While he did make some improvements in therapy, I consider what I learned to be even more valuable than what Eli learned because I am the one who is helping him through the eating process. Feeding children doesn't always come naturally to parents, and when there are bumps in the road, we often don't know what to do. I'm hoping that these tips that I learned can help you feed your child and make mealtime less stressful for everyone involved.

  1. Meal times should be structured but fun. Don't chase your child around the house while trying to get them to eat. Sit them in their high chair or at the table for each meal. My son doesn't usually like to get in his high chair because he knows that means it's time to eat. One way we get him in his chair is by blowing a few bubbles onto his tray. Like most kids, he loves bubbles, so he knows that if he can have a little fun before he eats, he's more willing to sit at the table.
  2. Present the food in a fun way. Try fun plates, cups, and silverware. Eli loves eating out of muffin tins; he thinks it's fun for each food to have its own little compartment. He also really likes eating with toothpicks as opposed to a fork. If he says he's done and wants to get down, I try to switch up the utensil he's using or cut his food into a different shape. I will throw the food back in the microwave for a few seconds to make it taste better. Sometimes this will recapture his interest and get him to eat more.
  3. Offer 70% foods he already likes and 30% new foods. It's easy to get stuck in a rut and only present foods that you know your child will eat. It's easier that way. But in order for them to improve, they need to be challenged and pushed a little. This won't happen if you're never presenting the opportunity.
  4. Accept that learning to like new foods is a long process.  Let's say we're trying to get Eli to eat a carrot stick.  The process goes like this at our house: "Eli, do you think you can look at this carrot?  Good job looking!  Do you think you can let us put it on your tray?  That's awesome!  Thanks so much, buddy!  Do you think you can reach out and touch it with one finger? Can you put your whole hand on it?  Can you make it walk up your arm? Can you bounce it on your head?  Can you kiss it? Can you make teeth marks in it? Can you bite it in half and then spit it out?"  This process may take weeks or even months!  It took Eli 4 months to go from not even being able to look at a carrot to chewing it a few times and spitting it out.  He still won't swallow it, but hey!  He's making progress!
  5. Relate a food your child doesn't like to a food he does like.  For example, if your child won't eat a strawberry but loves fruit snacks, point out that the strawberry is red just like the red fruit snacks that they love. If they don't want to try their peas, tell them that the peas are round just like cheerios. Drawing similarities between the foods helps kids realize that maybe the new food isn't so scary after all.
  6. Use your imagination.  One of Eli's favorite games is to pretend that his spoon is an excavator and is digging in his food. We do all kinds of silly things, like telling him that if he takes a bite, it's going to make him grow big and strong. As soon as he eats it, we'll pretend that we can physically see him growing bigger and we tell him that he is going to get so big that he's going to burst out of his high chair. He giggles and eats more because the idea of busting out of his chair is exciting.
  7. Praise your child every step of the way. Kids want to feel like you're proud of them, so give them the praise they crave. While my son may not want to eat a certain food or even touch it, I praise him for looking at it and even allowing it to be on his tray. I try to constantly tell him how proud I am of him. Is it exhausting? Heck yes. But he wants praise, so praise him I shall. We've recently started a chart with Eli where he gets to put a sticker on it if he tries a new food.  We try to make a huge deal out of it and try to make it super exciting. We hang it on the fridge in plain sight and talk about it throughout the day. The more excitement we show, the more he shows.
  8. Use moderation in all things. Don't overwhelm your child with too much food at once. I never set down a huge amount of food at the beginning of the meal because it implies "You have to eat all of this before you can leave the table." Instead, I offer foods in small quantities, and switch back and forth between foods. He usually ends up eating more this way. Also, I don't try to make him eat only healthy foods. A little junk food is fine and helps make eating more pleasurable for him.
  9. Make meal time a positive experience. Never scold, threaten, lose your patience, or let your child know you want to strangle them (sooooo hard!). Stay calm. I definitely believe that kids can feel your energy and the more stressed out you are, the more they will resist.
  10. Trust your kid, but only to a certain extent. A lot of people say that your kids know what they need and should be 100% responsible for their own nourishment. I don't agree. If I left Eli's eating completely up to him, he would solely eat fruit snacks and M&M's and would lie on the couch limp all day because he wasn't getting the nutrients he needed to thrive. It's my job to give him healthy foods. Frequently, Eli will eat just enough to take his hunger pains away, but won't eat enough to fill up. It's my job to encourage him to eat more because he needs to eat enough to keep him full until the next meal. Otherwise, he'll be hungry again an hour later and I'm not going to feed him every hour. Sorry!
  11. Don't try to make your child eat in social settings. If we are going over to a friend's house or to a party, I usually feed Eli at home before we leave. Through experience, I've learned that if there are too many distractions or if he's out of his comfort zone, he won't eat a single thing. I can't expect him to sit at a table he's never eaten at before with with people he's unfamiliar with and eat. I don't want him to feel anxious. Of course, I offer him food while we're out, but I don't pressure him to eat where he's not comfortable.
  12. Accept small improvements.  For Eli, I consider it a success if he will even allow a new food to be on his tray, even if he doesn't eat it or touch it. Do I wish he would just pick up the dang food, put it in his mouth, chew it, and swallow it? Yes! Every day! But I'm learning that that's not going to happen anytime soon, so I just need to take what I can get.
I love talking to people about their children's eating problems because I can totally relate. I've pretty much been through it all with my Eli. By no means do I have it all figured out or know all the tricks though, so I'd love to hear from you. What works for you? How have you helped your child work through his eating issues?
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6.03.2013

Authenticity, honesty and transparency

by Rachel A.

"Honesty and transparency make you vulerable. Be honest and transparent anyway." Mother Theresa


If you’ve been following this blog at all, you’ll know that we’ve tried to create a place where life meets reality. We try not to sugar-coat things or take ourselves too seriously. Authenticity is a word we think a lot about as we decide what to write, and is the theme we've chosen for the month.

Authenticity is one of my favorite traits to discover in a person. I love and respect people who unapologetically embrace their true selves and aren’t afraid to introduce that person to the world. I think I love it the most, because I know it isn’t easy. Like Mother Theresa said, this openness can really make you vulnerable. However, I believe that that vulnerability opens doors to healthier relationships, increased self-worth and confidence, and contentment with life decisions.

In my professional life, my colleagues and I encourage organizations to embrace and practice transparency and authenticity. Why? Transparency elicits trust - this goes for individuals too. If you are honest about your true self, others know what they can expect from you, what you value, and they don’t have to guess what you’re not saying (I am not suggesting you shouldn’t filter what you say – please don’t go tell your boss what you really think of them in the interest of being honest, transparent and authentic).

So does being authentic mean you embrace all of yourself, even your faults? Does it mean you shouldn’t try to change less-desirable traits? Those are good questions. My initial reaction is to say no, but I suspect the answer depends on the motives, as well as what those less-desirable traits are. I don’t think being authentic means to stop trying to improve yourself, but I do think it means that you have to celebrate the person you are, accept that person's faults, and then transform that person in a way that feels natural.

This is a bit of a tough topic, and I’d love to start a discussion. What does being authentic mean to you and how do you embrace it? Have you found being authentic beneficial or detrimental? Why is authenticity important (or not) to you? How do you move pass the discomfort of vulnerability to embrace a spirit of honesty and transparency?
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5.29.2013

A Glimpse of Real


I've been pregnant twice. Had two very different pregnancies & complications with both.
I have two amazing boys to show for those pregnancies!
I also suffered from postpartum depression after each birth.

Postpartum Depression is something that a lot of people keep private or don't talk about. I'm not sure if it is the world we live in and wanting to appear like everything is perfect. Or maybe some are embarrassed or ashamed. After both of my experiences I decided I didn't want to do any of those things. I talk very openly about it. I'm not embarrassed or ashamed because I know it is not my fault. Since both of my boys I've written about it several times and have actually had a few of my articles published. One of my articles can be a found in a wonderful book called, The Gift of Giving Life.

Here is a small account after I had my second child:

Two weeks ago I lay in bed wide-awake. It was quiet and the whole house was sleeping, except me. I quietly slipped out of bed and tip toed into baby W’s room. There he lay, peacefully asleep wrapped up like a little burrito. I touched his cheek and patted his tummy softly. My eyes welled up with big alligator tears and for the first time, I felt love for him. Actually felt it. Didn’t force it. Didn’t pretend. I actually felt love.

I wasn’t going to write about this. But I find great strength in writing, putting my thoughts on paper and getting it out of my system. I also like when people are real. This is me being real. Very real. Life isn’t perfect and sometimes I think we view people from the outside and think they “have it all.” But I’ve realized that everyone has his or her “things.” Everyone. I also know this is a subject that isn’t talked about much. But I want to talk. Because maybe you've felt some of this or maybe you have sister, friend or neighbor that has experienced this.

After all of W's scares while I was pregnant, his birth went wonderfully. We spent a few days in the hospital, all of which I felt great. But just like with my first pregnancy all of my hormones and emotions hit – all at once. Only this time around it was much worse. We had taken every precaution we thought to prevent the postpartum depression from being so bad this time. We were blindsided when it hit. Well, I was at least. I was totally unprepared and when those feelings started to creep in I knew I was in trouble. The first night at home was terrible. Both my husband and I were up every hour with the baby. Honestly, I forgot what it was like to have a newborn baby. I felt overwhelmed. I felt like I was in a dark hole. It is the very worst feeling in the whole entire world when you don’t want to hold your baby. When you don’t want to be in the same room as him. My heart was broken & all I could do was cry. And that is really all I did. Anxiety and panic is what set in first. The rest of the details are really quite blurry. Lots of tears. Concern from so many family members and great friends.

My mother-in-law ended up taking my oldest boy for a full week. We tried not having the stress of him around to see if it would help. It didn’t and only made me feel worse that I couldn’t be with him. More panic & more anxiety. It felt like I was choking and like it would never end. Mother’s day was probably the worst. I felt so guilty that I didn’t want to be with my own kids on Mother’s day. I wanted everything to go back to the way it was.  Obviously, change isn’t my strong point. On Mother’s day morning, after a few phone calls, my parents were in my kitchen along with my brother-in-law. I needed more medical help than I was aware of. My husband took me to the hospital and we thought we were on a good road. The next day I was worse. At this point I hadn't seen my kids in about a week. Not even my sweet new baby. I was pale as a ghost with big black circles under my eyes. I was loaded back into the car and we were at the hospital again. It honestly is all a blur. I remember the rain hitting the car windows as we drove and feeling like I wanted to be washed away with the rain. The medicine I was pumped full of made me feel numb. At that point they admitted me and I stayed the night. I honestly have never felt more alone & scared. I was alone. They wouldn’t let my husband stay with me. I learned a lot that night, in my hospital gown alone in my room.

I’d be lying if I said I’ve been fine since. This postpartum depression thing is hard and so very, very real. I’m not ashamed about it because I know it is my hormones and how my body reacts after having a baby. I know it is real and I know that it isn’t my fault. I have good days and I have bad days. Luckily with lots of help from many people we have survived and weathered this whole postpartum depression thing again. I’m luckily feeling much, much better. We are a little over six weeks out and the skies are looking sunny again.

I have learned so much through this experience & I know I go through all of this for a reason. If anything I have learned that asking for help is okay. It doesn’t mean you are weak, it means you just need a little help right then.  I have learned that my Heavenly Father loves me. He wouldn’t put me through things I couldn’t overcome and without reason. I’m stronger because of this. And maybe one day I will see clearly why I go through all of this.

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Reading this gives me a huge lump in my throat. It's been two years since that experience and it still makes my heart hurt. But here I am excitedly pregnant for a third time (It's a girl!!) and I won't lie - I am terrified all of this will be a reality again after baby girl is born. Like I am staring at a tornado that is coming straight at me and I am unable to move. But it is okay. I am okay and will be okay. Although it is so very hard to see while I am in it, I know I will come out the other side stronger. Stronger, better and a mama of a sweet baby girl.
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4.01.2013

BALANCE: the act, the journey... the myth?

by rachel w.



Today, we are going to try something a little different as we kick off this month's theme on balance.

Last month, when we revealed our theme on acceptance, all of our regular contributors weighed in on the topic. This month, to balance things out ;), we'd love to hear from you! I'm testing out a facebook plug-in that will let you post here from your facebook profile, and allow us all the opportunity to have a conversation on the ever evolving topic of balance. So, come be a guinea pig (or guinea doe), and give it a try. If you don't have facebook, just comment using the regular method.

Let's get started with my thoughts on balance...

A few months ago, I would have thought that balance was possible. Then I started this blog, and my life was WAY out of balance. And I felt bad about that. Thankfully, I have come up with some ways to rebalance, but in doing so, I have started to wonder if balance is even a thing. Can one's life be perfectly divided and balanced into nice little buckets? And isn't there a balance within each of those buckets (for example in self there could be body, mind and spirit, and within mind there could be art and science and on and on...)? And what about the fact that during different parts of our life we have different responsibilities and goals? For example, I am a mother of two small boys, does that even allow for balance? Is it our role as mothers to give everything to our children? Can that make them balanced? I could go on...

Balancing on the Brink
Where I am now, I'm thinking that maybe balance can be achieved over a lifetime of acts in different arenas--if balance is your goal. But, maybe balance can't be measured by acts, but by a feeling of contentment. So, maybe moments of balance do exist in the here and now. Maybe these moments should be strived for, but maybe we should realize that these moments of balance are like beautiful vistas, which are enjoyed after a sweaty journey over rocky terrain. As I wonder if I should strive for balance, I think about burnout--a result of imbalance, which maybe occurs because we are not feeding all parts of ourself. We can't be sustained only physically, or mentally or socially or spiritually or whathaveyoually. Anyway, as you can tell, my jury is still out on balance... Maybe you can sway me one way or another.

So here are my questions to you...


  • Does balance even exist?
  • Should we strive for balance?
  • How do we balance it all?
  • Why do we want to balance it all?
  • What do you do to rebalance?
  • Do you have a favorite quote on balance?

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3.25.2013

Puddles of Depression

guest post by: Liz S.

It's not depression. I don't have depression," I said to my Indian-born psychiatrist as I was curled up in fetal position on a couch. In a white-walled room. On the psych ward. At a hospital. Somewhere in Northern Virginia.
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3.11.2013

Making My Place

by cat

Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi, UAE
Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi, UAE 

Men from Pakistan

the best hummus ever made

I wish I were a writer.

If I were a writer, I would express how I feel like a visitor in my own life right now.

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3.06.2013

Spread the Word to End the Word—March 6, 2013

by Julie
r-word.org

In high school, I had the amazing opportunity to be a volunteer with the Special Olympics and I loved every minute of it. There was much joy and celebration for every athlete that crossed—or didn't cross —the finish line. Smiles were abundant, as well as some tears. Most importantly, the athletes were treated with a measure of respect and dignity indistinguishable from that shown to able-bodied athletes. It was during this experience that I became firm in the belief that people with disabilities deserve to be accepted and included in society, just as much as able-minded (or able-bodied) people.

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3.01.2013

Acceptance: Let it Rain {+ free printable}

For after all, the best thing one can do when it rains is let it rain. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Download the Let It Rain printable

From Rachel W.: As we've said before, here at Doe a Deery, we are trying to be real, and REAL fabulous, and we want you to realize how REAL fabulous you are too! So, each month, we'll be presenting a new theme or goal that we can all think on and work towards together. And this month our theme is, drumroll please, rat-a-tat-tat, ACCEPTANCE! Isn't this print by Melissa's husband Jon just right? Print it out. Hang it up. Practice it.

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2.27.2013

Stop SHOULDING Yourself

by Rachel W.



Should used to whisper, and sneak, and echo around in the back of my mind. It never really screamed at me--which I appreciated--but it did linger. My Should loved to hang with the shirts in my laundry room.

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2.20.2013

Doe a Deery Lives Without Pretending

by Rachel W.


The day after we launched Doe a Deery, I started looking into possible avenues to promote the blog. The first place I started was Studio 5, a local morning show in Utah that a number of local bloggers have been featured on. When I pulled up Studio 5's Web site and saw that their theme for the month was "Live Without Pretending," I pulled out my Jazz hands and the excitement started dancing out of my fingers.


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2.14.2013

Love YOU! + j.crew giveaway (CLOSED)

to: me, love: me
It's February 14th, and like years past, you may have forgotten to celebrate that special someone who has been through it all with you. The bad perms, the braces, the pimples...have you guessed whom we're referring to? Not your mom, silly! We're talking about YOU, valentine! It's time to admire yourself for the wonderful person you are, so on this day of love, each of us deers have a an idea or two about how to love yourself a little more and a little better. Oh, and since WE LOVE YOU, we're giving away a $30 J.CREW gift card... {see details below}...
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2.11.2013

On Transition, Clarity and Luck

by Rachel A.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.If you’d have told me a year ago that in just twelve months my life would look like it does now, I probably would have laughed…or let’s be honest, maybe cried a little.
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