She will never, not ever, eat a tomato — and my daughter’s other lines in the sand – Guest Post

She Will Never, Not Ever, Eat a Tomato — and my daughter’s other lines in the sand

By Terri S. Vanech

We had BLTs for dinner tonight.  In this heat, who wants to cook?

A work-related phone call rendered the bacon a little extra crispy, but no matter. The sandwiches were delicious. Fresh mozzarella and avocado went on mine.  Basil took his with extra mayo. Catherine asked for no lettuce.

At the table, she picked off the tomato slices, going for a simple bacon and cheese experience.

“Don’t you know I don’t like tomatoes? Don’t you understand me at all?” she asked.

Oh yes, Catherine, I understand you.

You are the girl with the heart of gold and the will of steel, who dreams outsized dreams awash in shades of pink and dusted with glitter.

You want your PBJ sandwiches without crusts and your mac and cheese fresh from the box.

Under your bed are notebooks filled with hundreds of stories you’ve crafted (no, I haven’t peeked).

You wish you were still the same little girl who used to help make the bed so she could pull the “comfortable” up.

There will always be a soft spot in your heart for Harry Potter and all the life lessons his story represents.  A book will always be your best friend. I know, too, that you’ll always be fascinated by the Titanic and sea creatures, ancient Egypt, and aliens.

You fear spiders even though you outweigh them many times over, and you’re worried about getting behind the wheel of a car for the first time.

You dream of being grown up, but even with one foot in adulthood you wish upon a star.

I do understand you, sweet pea.

But it wouldn’t have killed you to eat the tomatoes.

I’m Terri S. Vanech, wife, mother, reunited adoptee, and former longtime journalist now working as a communications specialist, and Jazzercise instructor.  Pushing on a Rope is my attempt to make sense of all the chaos life has to offer.  Here in midlife, I’m finally learning to live out loud. I hope you’ll share the journey with me.

About J T Weaver

The author of "Uphill Both Ways," a thought provoking series of stories about life, family, and growing up.
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12 Responses to She will never, not ever, eat a tomato — and my daughter’s other lines in the sand – Guest Post

  1. diz96 says:

    Awesome! I have a 16y.o. son who refuses to eat anything, green, with bones, or touching anything else on the plate. Basically he eats chicken fingers and pasta with olive oil and parmesan. And, I love to cook!!


  2. marianbeaman says:

    Terri, years ago my daughter has drawn a line in the sand and said verbally and in writing that she will “never, ever wear bell bottoms.” She’s eaten tomatoes but has kept her promise on bell-bottoms.


  3. loved this; great writing


  4. Stella says:

    Terri,I am a lover of tomatoes,especially on BLT’S.I eat that combo anytime,night, noon or morn. In fact,I often order it at diner’s for breakfast, even if it is not on the menu. But I have one daughter and one grandson who are repulsed by tomatoes. I would never ask them to eat one after trying the first bite. Just like I would not want anyone to ask me to eat spinach. Every time they voice their dislike of tomatoes, I am reminded of George Carlin’s comedy routine that start’s out,”Something has gone awry in the tomato…” I liked your blog entry and loved the picture that went with it. I have gone through 3 children who who emerged from teenhood, fully functioning, holding down important jobs and now enjoying parenthood. I can say that late teenage years are a jumble of emotions and that people in this age group try on different persona like changing outfits for a date. You gotta love them!


  5. Thanks for publishing my guest-post! Honored to be here on your home page!


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