Letting hunger strike

I wish i could write more about things being accomplished by the beautiful women in my life and around the world, i would love to be researching about this on a regular basis. But this is my life, and in my life right now, the only subject that gets analysed and researched regularly has to do with parenting and the endless limitations i find myself discovering we have as parents, the economical and logistical struggles of being a family when you have no one to help you out.

This post was born out of my cluelessnes one day when my boys started crying because dinner was ready, literally. They both expressed with utter indignation and the classic whiny crying voices that they didn’t like what i cooked . To which i replied: how do you know you don’t like it if you don’t know what it is? But it was to late, they had felt such indignation they had lost their appetite.

I had to send them to their rooms just to clear some space to try to get my head around of what had just happened. Food is not punishment. My children should be thankful for the food i just cooked for them. Children should enjoy food, crave for it even.

I have very strong feelings about this. There are children slowly dying because they have no food. This very instant you could find children picking through the mounts of rotten fruit by the market in my home city, Cochabamba (Bolivia), and they will be smiling if they find a good one, or when one of the ladies hands them a darkened bunch of bananas. I remembered the little smiles that we got from street children when we left some food in our plate at the end of an alfresco meal when i was a child.

Of course my children have no clue of these things, and they shouldn’t have. But still, in my heart i feel i’d love it if my children enjoyed each and every meal they had, because food is a good thing, and my food is delicious!😉

So that’s why i have decided to let hunger strike at our home. I see it as a gift for my boys. I’ll let them play and play until they get a little bit grumpy and start having squabbles. I’ll know it is because they are hungry, but i’ll let them discover that themselves..

I always struggle to find pictures to go with the posts so i’ll leave you with some art from my dynamic duo🙂 love, M.

Batman in his bed, by Matias

Batman in his bed, by Matias

Upsi Daisy, by Nico

Upsy Daisy, by Nico

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3 Responses to Letting hunger strike

  1. Josine says:

    Hoi Mireya, wat fijn om weer eens iets van je te horen! De laatste tijd laat je niets van je horen. Hoe komt dat? Gaat het goed met je?
    Ik ben nu in de Goirkestraat en Mariska is aan het poetsen. Frans is in Cómpeta. Vanmiddag komt Urban.
    Hoe is het met je sieradenhandel? Of doe je nu iets anders? Hoe is het met Gus? Ik zou je graag weer eens zien!
    Veel liefs, Josine (groeten van Mariska)

    • hoi Josine!! Sorry dat het zo lang heet genomen om wat van me te laten horen. Het gaat goed hoor, maar wel druk en erg bezig. Ik ben nog bezig met mijn stenen. hoop binnenkort een web site te hebben en dan leuke winkels opzoeken die er belangsteling voor zouden kunnen hebben.
      Ik miss jullie ook, het was leuk geweest om te komen bezoeken in Spanje, of jullie hier te ontvangen, maar het is een beetje moeilijk voor ons om te plannen nu. ik denkt dat we voornamelijk in de UK zullen reizen dit jaar. Mischien kom ik nog naar Nederland met Joa, maar niets is nog vast zij weet zelf nog niet waneer ze komt.
      Ik hoop dat het goed gaat met jullie? heb je veel avocado en andere lekkernijen kunnen oogsten al? hoe gaat het met Frans? en jouw gezondheid?
      Wat leuk dat je Urban ziet straks!! Gisteren hadden we Mathew op bezoek hier, hiij kent Urban en we moesten erg aan hem denken want ik vertelde over hoe hij en pappa elkaar leerden kennen.. Hem hoop ik ook binnenkort te zien, wil je dat tegen hem zegen aub?

      doe de groetjes aan Mariska van ons allemaal, en dikke knuffel voor je en een om op te sturen naar Competa, xx

  2. Joa says:

    hahaha.. and how did your experiment end????

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