January 16, 2013 | Category: my bird
Sometime after Thanksgiving but before Christmas, we decided to put Nola on a gluten free diet. We did this because she complained often about her tummy hurting, but additionally (primarily) because of behavioral issues she’s had from the beginning of time.
I love this little girl with all my heart, but be on guard, because she can throw down a mean tantrum that would make The Hulk wave a white flag.
And this is no way to live, carrying around so much negative energy.
So she’s had a couple months of gooten-wee (Gage’s term, not mine) living, the verdict is still out. She says her tummy is feeling better, but she still has really dark days.
My heart breaks (and my anxiety/depression skyrockets) each time I have to remind my daughter that, no, in fact I DO NOT HATE YOU, it’s quite the opposite. Nola, I love you.
But I’m left to wonder how long we carry on with this gfree lifestyle for her. One more month? Six more months? Forever? How do we know if it’s the gluten or maybe it’s something else. Because right now, in her mind, she thinks I hate her because she can’t eat things like cupcakes, mac n cheese, and Hawaiian bread.
I don’t know. I’m so confused. Why is parenting so dang hard?
Maybe it’s the gluten. But it could be 100 other things too, right? Food dyes, refined sugars, or just a general piss-poor attitude on life. I mean, she is my kid.
I wish I had the answer, she is such an awesome kid. And if there’s something treatable making her feel the way she’s feeling, I need to find out.
I’m her mom, and it’s my job and obligation to figure this out.