until he was a teenager that he woke up to the magic of food, and he hasn't looked back since. Now he’s a healthy adult who loves oysters and hot peppers, has traveled internationally, and tried every local specialty. He’s curious and loving and friendly and generous. It just took him some time, but he got there. His limited childhood menu didn’t seem to stunt his growth in any way.
Maybe there's hope for my picky eater, after all.
I hear the boys playing in the living room as I take my plate to the kitchen. Both are healthy and active, despite their different eating habits.
Someday my sons will understand that what I most wanted to give them around the dining room table wasn’t simply the food that I cooked. I want them to learn to try things so they can discover the world. Every taste, every experience.
Both of my boys have their Dad's smile, my eyes, and unique personalities. So far, I see no sign that either of my kids lack energy or curiosity.
Maybe they also have my appetite for food and for life.