Letting Go

The kiddo was experiencing difficulties at school over her lunches. Apparently they were "weird". By weird, it turns out that they were seriously lacking in junk food. Fresh fruit and vegetables, lean protein, and nothing much else branded her as different. 

While I could rant about that ad nauseum ad infinitum, I won't. The real problem was that she stopped eating her lunches. She would come home starving, some days going ten hours or more without food. 

I had to decide what outcome I wanted. I spoke with the school, and let them know what was going on. But truly, I wanted my kiddo to eat her lunch. So, for more than a month I have been using my lunch hour to drive across the city to have lunch with her. 

This weekend I talked with her, and we decided she will try eating lunch in the lunchroom again. We will have lunch together once a week instead. Last night, as we were planning her lunch, she informed me, "Tomorrow will be the saddest day. We won't get to have lunch together."

Although I reassured her, my heart broke a little. Letting go is hard sometimes.