24/11/2025
This evening I reheated half of the spaghetti bolognese I’d cooked yesterday – one of those simple, home-cooked meals to get us a couple of meals through the week without too much faff.
“Mum… is that a mushroom?”
I had to answer honestly: yes, it was.
I’ve never been one for sneaking things into food. I say this as the parent of a child with ARFID, so believe me, I understand the desperation, the negotiations, the wanting them to eat anything at all. But long ago I chose honesty over hiding, because trust is far more important than getting one extra vegetable into a meal.
“Why have you put mushrooms in the spag bol?”
And I said simply, because I like mushrooms, so I wanted to put them in our meal.
Numbers 2 and 3 could not compute this information at all. Why, on earth, would I put something they *don’t* like into something they *do?*
And my answer was this: because sometimes it’s good to revisit the things we’ve decided we don’t like, just to see if that’s still true. Not unsafe things. Not forced things. Just the old, quiet rules we made for ourselves a long time ago that might not even apply to who we are now.
“I went in the sea this year for the first time in over twenty years,” I told them. “I’d decided, somewhere along the line, that I just didn’t like the sea. It became a rule I never questioned. And yes, let’s be clear, I’m still not planning on doing anything wild out there. You won’t catch me diving into waves or swimming miles out. Knees-in is still very much my limit… but it turns out I don’t hate it the way I thought I did.”
Who I was twenty years ago is not who I am now.
Number 3, meanwhile, had very carefully and methodically picked out every single mushroom from his portion, creating a tiny, very neat pile on the side of his plate.
“I’m not eating them,” he said, calmly.
And that was absolutely fine.
Number 2 added, “Just because I’m eating them tonight, doesn’t mean I like them. And it definitely doesn’t mean I want them in the next spag bol.”
Also fine.
Because that was never the point.
The point wasn’t to force change. It was simply to plant the idea that our preferences, our tolerances, our boundaries and even our fears… they’re allowed to evolve.
This year, I’ve been quietly challenging myself in lots of small, manageable ways. Only where it feels safe. Only where it feels possible. Only where it matters. I’m not trying to become a different person. I’m just allowing a little more curiosity into the person I already am.
And the most special part? I shared that moment in the sea with a very excited Number 4, who’d never seen her mum go in before. We stood there together, side by side, feeling the cold water against our legs, half laughing, half shrieking, completely alive in the moment.
Not because I had to prove anything.
But because sometimes, it’s okay to rewrite an old rule.
Emma
The Autistic SENCo
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Photo: Number 3 sat on a lock beam eating his lunch quickly as the lock filled with water.