So we do our best to limit sugar. He seems okay with raw honey. But you give that kid some white sugar, or ANY food with "fructose", "glucose", or "glucose-fructose", and you're going to meet The Evil.
I've known this for some time now. Seriously. I spend 24 hours a day with my kids, so when my son is behaving normally when he gets up, only to then start flying off the handle after getting "Lucky Charms", I SEE the problem right there. Screaming in my face. But I'm only one person, married into a family that think that children only get to be kids once, and apparently that boils down to meaning they should be allowed to consume as much junk food as humanly possible, every chance they get.
And I'm not totally innocent here. I admit that. I've given him a freezie in the morning, only to be met with a little boy who is losing his mind, not five minutes later, begging for another freezie. And you know what? I've given in and gave him a 2nd one. I'd stand there and tell him, "I'm SERIOUS. This is the LAST one. Don't ask for any more because you won't get them." He agrees. I stupidly believe that this time will be different. He eats it.
That's when the shit hits the fan.
He's nuts by that point. And I don't really know how to explain this any other way than to say that he looks like an addict. He freaks out, trying to scare me into giving him more sugar. Or trying to FORCE me to. Or trying to guilt me. Or trying to wait me out...hoping I'll leave my post at the fridge, and he can just get in there to grab a handful of them.
I've found this boy in his room with a steak knife, and a bag of freezies before. And as a mom of a boy like him, I don't even know what scared me worse. Him having a knife, or him having those freezies. Because both (especially combined!) could really make life dangerous in our house.
I've found him hiding under the table DRINKING sugar from the container. Because he "needs" it.
I've told *certain* family members that while they watch our twins, they shouldn't be given sugar. When we pick them up, we hear all about the ice cream and chocolate cake they ate after lunch. Though, truthfully, we didn't need to be told that our son had been given sweets...we could tell the second the front door opened and we could hear "the scream".
(For anyone with a child with an intolerance to gluten, I'm sure you know the scream too...that high-pitched, out of control, sensory overload scream.)
|This is not my son. But I know that look.|
This little boy has scared me more than once. He's purposely thrown Baby Piranha on the floor, and she has smashed her head. I've seen him shove Ooie down on the cement, where she again smashed her head, and he's bitten her so hard she's bled. He's thrown her off the couch. He's pushed her into the corner of the kitchen cupboards. He's punched her in the face. I could never leave them alone in a room, for fear that he'd end up putting one of them into the hospital...
Let's fast forward. Last week we went grocery shopping. They had candy on clearance...it was only .25 cents a bag...that was $3.74 off. Per bag. So yeah, we bought some. (Okay, we bought 10.) Then when we got home we put them up on the very top of the cupboards in the kitchen. Even I have to climb to get to them. We knew that if we didn't do that, The Boy would be all over them.
I TOLD my husband not to give him any. I told him that if he must eat it while they're up, to hide (like I do!), and not to give him any.
Not two minutes later The Boy comes running into the kitchen to inform me that "Daddy gave me candy!"
My brain nearly started leaking out of my ear. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! WHAT?!?! Our day had been so normal before that. So calm.
Of course the insanity came with the candy, and the rest of the night was a nightmare. I won't get into it, but it was particularly bad all around.
Anyway, we survived until bed time. I was in the kids' room getting them ready for bed, my son looked at me and said, "Wow! My eyes are normal again."
I asked him what he was talking about. "Had your eyes been blurry??"
He told me, "Yes. My eyes get blurry when I eat candy. But they're better now."
Uh, HOLD UP. WHAT?
"Did you just say that when you eat candy, your eyes get blurry?"
"Yes." (And he does say "yes", not "yeah".)
"Do they get blurry EVERY time you eat candy, or is today the first time it's happened?"
He told me, "Every time I eat candy it happens."
YOU MUST BE KIDDING!
So I asked him, "Do your eyes get blurry when you eat other foods like apples?"
He said no. He said it only happens when he eats candy.
So I asked if it happens when he eats sugar cereal. He said yes.
Does it happen when you eat bananas? No.
Does it happen when you eat sandwiches? No.
Does it happen when you have honey? No.
Does it happen when you have pudding or jello? Yes.
So apparently it's NOT just candy. But it was very quickly narrowed down to refined sugar. He can have honey and he's fine. He behaves normally, as though he didn't have anything sweet. But one small freezie...one bowl of jello...one handful of Lucky Charms...and it's all over but the screaming and crying.
The next day I called my mother to tell her what was going on with The Boy. She cried. She was so upset that there was something "wrong" with her grand baby. That night she called in tears begging me to take him to the Dr. "What if he has diabetes?!"
Well whatever. I know he doesn't because he can eat his body weight in red grapes, bananas, and every other type of fruit, and he's FINE. But I said I'd get him an appointment, and I did.
Last night we got him into the after-hours clinic in town. The woman we saw was awesome. She listened to me, and she talked to my son, and then (to humor me), had him pee in a cup. (Which was perhaps the FUNNIEST THING EVER. Let's just say he's never peed in a cup before...and had no idea how to...and I spent more time cleaning up pee than filling that cup...) LOL
She checked his sugar levels, protein levels, and a couple of other things with the pee stick. He's fine. All levels are perfectly normal. She also mentioned that children who are diabetic lose weight very fast, and are very sick. She said that he is not diabetic, and to follow my instincts. She told me that if he eats refined sugars and gets blurry eyes, and acts crazy, I'm right. She said I'm right. (This is an amazing moment...I've NEVER had a Dr. tell me that I was right...our GP is an ass, and he'd never say that!) She told me that he should just be fed whole foods. She said he can have raw honey and all the non-processed foods he can eat, but most foods that are in a box or can are going to contain some sort of sugar. She said that I just need to look at a random box at the grocery store to see that. (She's right and I know it.)
So we got him some organic "pure juice" boxes for school (no sugar added...ingredients: apple juice, water, vitamin C), and some Lara bars (apple this time) for a treat.
It's been 8 days today being a sugar-free kid, for him. And he can look me in the eye. He can hold an entire conversation. He can focus on a task for more than 2 minutes. He doesn't get enraged when someone makes him mad. He is being kind to his sisters, and taking no for an answer. He is being the little boy I KNEW he was. And it just makes me want to cry. I want to cry because this little boy was trapped inside of himself for the last 2 years because of selfishness and ignorance of the adults around him. *I say 2 years because until they turned 2, they'd never had a freezie or chips, and only ever ate organic whole foods.*
I am beyond amazed at the transformation I have seen in him. It's like black and white. He's like a different person...but not...if you know what I mean. Because I've seen glimpses of THIS boy. I've seen it before. But then, part way through the day, he'd become this person I just wanted to throw in the tree. (That's our threat around here....they know I can't and they laugh at me, but it makes me feel better to say it sometimes!)
I just wanted to let people know that something as simple as removing sugars from a child's diet can change them...for the better. They still remain a child. They don't turn into a frog, or anything. And they're still going to ACT like a child. But for my son, the rage is gone. The anger and sadness is just GONE.
(I knew that loving him peacefully through those times would pay off. He came to ME when he wanted to talk about what was happening. Because he trusts me. He knows I love him...have always loved him, and will ALWAYS love him...no matter what.)
If in doubt, get it checked out. And if the tests come back normal...remove sugar. It's terrible for us anyway...and it won't hurt them to live on natural, nature-made sugars for a week until you can see for yourself if that is/was the problem. It could end up being the answer to all of your problems.
xoxo. Thank you for taking the time to read this.