I feel very blessed as a Mom. I have two children, a son and a daughter and both have grown into productive members of society.My son has completed college, gotten married and is establishing his own home.My daughter will be graduating from Purdue in May, getting married two weeks later and moving to Houston, where her fiancé now lives. I failed to mention, my daughter is completing a coordinated program and will graduate as a dietitian. Yes, a dietitian.
Now many people have said to me, “Oh, you must be proud that she is following in your footsteps!” Yes, proud, we’ll go with that. And I am proud that she has found her lifework to be the same as mine.
However, I’m here to tell you that a newly minted dietitian can be a fearsome being.Fearsome in the fact that they generally are on the hunt to save the world, they are nutrition Nazis, the food police. Their eyes sparkle and glaze over when they see broccoli, or quinoa. They speak of recipes like salmon loaf and mock guac (made with asparagus instead of avocados) as if they are common fare among the general public. Even though I have always taken pride that I try to keep a healthy kitchen with fresh fruits and vegetables, lean meats, etc., she finds kinks in my armor and descends on them mightily.
Lately, I’ve had to bring my "A game" when I go to the grocery store, which used to be a pleasant time for me- a veritable nutrition playground. I now face a battery of questions upon my return whenever I shop on my own. I think I hold my own well on the answers, but pity anyone who doesn’t have the background that we both have now. I will admit changes have been made, healthy ones too. Our cookie jar no longer contains cookies, but now has Fiber One bars. I am buying more variety of fruits and vegetables instead of our tried and true favorites.
I am seasoning foods in different ways than I had in the past and I am being even more open minded about new tastes and recipes. I guess this shows you can teach an old dog new tricks. I applaud her passion and know that over time her vast knowledge will be seasoned with experience, but for right now, I’m feeling some trepidation for what my future son-in-law will be facing soon, I just hope he can recognize what is on his plate.