Now, before you get all defensive and think that I’m sitting here silently judging you for letting *your* kids drink soda, let me tell you that I totally am. Just kidding. I’m not. Really.
What you do with your kids is your business. Also, that first sentence is only partly true. I let my kids drink soda sometimes. Like, on a special occasion if we’re out for a meal, they are allowed some sort of (caffeine free) drink of their choice.
Here’s the thing. I don’t like really soda. I’m not a fan of sweetened beverages at all (except coffee, amen), so soda isn’t something that’s usually on my radar. Now don’t get me wrong, there are times when a Dr. Pepper or Sprite, or Root Beer Float, are the only things on the planet that sound appealing. But 99% of the time, I opt for unsweetened iced tea or water as a beverage, so I don’t even think about buying soda at the store. We don’t have it at home, so the kids don’t drink it at home.
Also, when Dylan was younger he used to have these crazy reactions to sugar. You’ve heard of the sugar crash? Well, he’d go down in a blaze of glory. And not an awesome blaze of glory like Jon Bon Jovi sings about. It was an awful, dramatic, loud, soul crushing explosion. So I started limiting his sugar intake, and it helped. Then as more and more kids came into the equation, I kept up the limited sugar rule in effect, as a means of self preservation.
Don’t get me wrong, they get to eat sweets. Just in limited quantities. Dessert and soda, and even juice for that matter, are treats in our home, not diet staples.
Am I shooting myself in the foot? Are my kids going to be so soda/sweet deprived when they grow up that it’s going to be the only thing they want to drink or eat, as some sort of repressed way to get back at me? Are they going to end up like Brenda Lee Johnson on “The Closer” and keep a drawer full of candy at their desks?
What is the policy in your home? Are you more in line with my way of thinking or would Buddy the Elf be perfectly happy if he moved in with you?