Aah, Easter. The resurrection of the man himself. A giant fuzzy Easter Bunny who hides chocolate goodies. The making of easter crafts, baskets and egg painting. And a mothers pure panic that her daughter may eat chocolate with cows milk or nuts lurking deliciously inside.
My daughter is allergic to cashew nut and cows milk protein. More recently we took an escorted ambulance ride to Ballarat Base Hospital after having a few bites of peanut butter and reacting rather badly to it. So now we add peanut to the list of no go eating and we are off soon for more skin prick tests.
Miss Mimi, for those who know her, is happiest with a buffet of treats in front of her to indulge in. She will try anything from raw vegetables, to prawns, to Hokkien noodles and Pho. Her favourite drink is pink milk, which is of the soy milk variety. So it breaks my heart that she will have to be very careful about what she eats. I want her to dive in, enjoy and try many different cultural feasts. But unfortunately we will need to invest time into learning about where these foods may hide and have no fear in asking many questions when dining out.
It’s okay and she knows no different. To her, chocolate for everyone else just tastes like the soy variety she enjoys. Rice milk apparently tastes great and she has never been involved in an easter egg hunt to for it to register that she might be missing out on something.
I wonder though, how might she react when she sees other children enjoying a different kind of food in life? Will she be disappointed? Or just take it in her stride because that’s all she knows? She is healthy and we are all happy and that’s all that matters, but of course a mother’s fear knows no bounds.
It’s books instead as presents for Easter and perhaps a big bag of dairy free chocolate. And yes Miss Mimi, you can eat the whole bag today. Happy Easter, you’re my world xx