Chapter 13 - IVY HIDES BREAD
Owen stopped hiding food first.
Ivy continued.
Dinner rolls.
Crackers.
Half a banana once, disastrously.
She put them inside a small toy suitcase beneath her bed.
The therapist said not to shame.
Predictability.
Accessible snacks.
Let her see food return daily.
No dramatic speeches about never being hungry again.
Promises about forever are hard for children to trust.
We built routine.
Breakfast.
Snack.
Lunch.
Snack.
Dinner.
Simple.
Then one night Ivy left a dinner roll on her plate.
I noticed.
Said nothing.
That was progress.
Owen became angry around aprons.
If Florence wore one while baking, he pulled at it.
“Off.”
She stopped for a while.
Then later asked:
“Can Grandma wear this to make cookies?”
Owen thought.
“Yes.”
May you like
Consent restored to an object.
No need to ban aprons from human history.
