The Fish That Broke My Heart
When my son was little, every meal felt like a battle. He ate like a kitten—just a few bites each time—so I always cooked separately for him, hoping to pack in enough nutrition. One day, I got off work early, sat through half an hour on a crowded bus just to buy a fresh sea bass from a Russian fish shop.
I didn’t even stop for water when I got home—just dove into the kitchen, cooking with all the love and effort I had. But the moment I set the plate down, he flung his little hand and sent the whole fish crashing to the floor.
I lost it. My vision blurred with rage, and I slapped his hand—twice. Then I scooped him off the high chair, ran to the bathroom, and cried like a child. He followed me in, just stood there quietly… then leaned on me and cried, too.
He’s 11 now. Still won’t touch seafood. I think it all traces back to that one awful day.
Have you ever reacted in a way you deeply regret as a parent? Tell me how you made peace with it.
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