The Gratitude Project: Week Five

My words are struggling to come out this week – not because I’m not grateful, but just because I’m having difficulty processing words through my mouth. It’s one of my typical down days with my chronic illness. I can see the words in my brain, but they don’t want to come out… whether spoken, or typed. So, I hope this Gratitude Project post is coherent!

TheGratitudeProjectNot too long ago, I guest blogged over at Not So Formulaic about how to menu plan with my four year old. I told Ginny, as I sent her my post that the real topic I had wanted to write for her “Screen-Free Summer Bingo” had already been taken… Sure enough, Meagan from Whiskey and Rosary had done a phenomenal piece on How to Grocery Shop with Kids. So, I’ve been sitting on this post for a while, simply because I didn’t want to steal Meagan’s post!

About a month and a half ago, my son insisted on “helping” in a unique way with the grocery shopping. The first time he tried it, I assumed he would be a “one ‘n done,” and simply not want to help anymore. However, his method of helping has become a weekly occurrence.

And, as I stressed over something completely unrelated to parenting this week, I realized just how much fun my son is to take to the grocery store these days.

You see, this week, I am grateful for my little helper.

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Lately, my son has been insisting on taking one of the smaller grocery carts, while I load his sister in the regular “mom-carts.” As we go through the grocery store, list sometimes in hand (other times in head), we divvy up the list into respective carts. Usually, the items my son likes go in his – his veggie tray, fruits he will tolerate, meat for “red meat sauce” (a.k.a. hamburger for spaghetti), doughnuts, and whatever else he determines may be placed in his basket.

Other items, such as asparagus, chicken, cereal, fish, and broths/stocks (a.k.a. “mom things) go in my cart.

And, our grocery trips have become a highlight of my week!

Several times, I have been approached by workers at the grocery store, offering me their, “new order online, curbside to go,” service. Each time I politely take the slip of paper they offer, informing them I will consider trying it out when my son is in school, simply because I enjoy grocery shopping with my children. When I decline using their service for my next trip, the employees are visibly shocked that I am not interested.

Experts encourage parents to grocery shop with their children, simply because it broadens the palates of children, and rounds out the foods children seem to be willing to eat. Furthermore, I have noticed, if my children have a say in what gets purchased, they are more willing to want to help in the kitchen, and then eat at the dinner table. The “experts” aren’t lying about that.

Besides, who wouldn’t want to grocery shop with Chase the Police Pup?

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So, the highlight of my week this week – the thing I am most grateful for, is my little shopping buddy. I am most grateful for his inquisitive nature, and his desire to help – whether it is grocery shopping, keeping things out of his sister’s reach, or even preparing meals.

While we may battle the strong-will more days than I’d like to admit, I recognize the silver lining in this parenting gig, and I recognize these, “days are long, but the years are short.”

What about you? Let me know in the comments – what are you grateful for this week?

Until next week, dear reader…

14 thoughts on “The Gratitude Project: Week Five

    1. Yes! I agree completely! And, quite frankly, I appreciate honing both children’s strong wills… I like to joke my children are a direct result to two strong-willed parents procreating! 😂

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  1. 🙂 Thanks for jogging my memory. Our kids are grown – as I recall, we’d have some along when picking up groceries. Chores and tasks – either with my wife, me,or on their own, were part of home life, too.

    I’m glad to hear that experts are discovering, and acknowledging, that kids learn by doing with parents. What surprised me, a bit, was how easily they accepted the idea that they had functions in the family, appropriate to their size, abilities, and experience. Those were good times.

    About strong-willed kids: I’d *much* rather have the kids as strong-willed as I am – – – since the alternative could easily be having a kid who’d go along with whatever daft idea someone else dreamed up. Maybe they’re a bigger handful when they’re young: but judging from ours, they can grow into pretty good adults.

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    1. Thank you for the encouragement!! Like you, I would prefer my strong-willed little ones, as difficult as they can be as little ones, having faith and confidence they will grow to be their own person (and maybe be the mastermind behind ideas) someday!

      Glad I could spark some positive memories for you!! 🤗

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  2. You, dear, are a wonderful mama. When we did foster care, it was so sad to find kids who didn’t know what a tomato was let alone eating one…same with corn on the cob….and potatoes for baking. At least little Chase will have a well rounded idea of what foods are, helping mom, being out and in society, understanding paying, and maybe visiting with a few strangers under Mom’s tutelage. So many things to learn and experience in his world.

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  3. So cute! My son and your son would have a wonderful time playing Paw Patrol. I, too, like taking my kids. It keeps me company, but my youngest (3) loves to help me put the groceries on the conveyor belt. There are times when I like to just run in and get what I need, but for the weekly stuff, I don’t mind bringing him along. My older kids (12 and 16) always went with me and they are extremely good eaters and will try just about anything. Maybe it does have something to do with all those years of having them join me. Enjoy these moments, because too soon, he’ll put up the cape and you’ll miss it.

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    1. I definitely appreciate wanting to just run in and grab something! Hasn’t been able to happen in a while, but someday!

      I dread when he puts up the cape… 😳

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