My whole life, I was called a picky eater, but I was always assured that I would grow out of it. My parents had both been "picky" (according to my grandparents), but like most children, they had grown out of it. As a kid, I believed that eventually, that would happen for me too. Until it just didn't.
For me, this whole experience was about more than just converting a picky eater: it reminded me of the little things, the simple joys that make life so beautiful: spending time together in nature; listening to the clear, crystal laugh of a child; seeing the world with innocence and hope, through the eyes of my child.