I thought I was one of the lucky ones. After the picky toddler stage, my son had turned into a really good eater. He would gobble up fruit at breakfast, at snack time he would enjoy and apple or banana while other kids were eating chips or gummy fruit snacks, and after dinner he would clean his plate of broccoli, cauliflower, or carrots. He even liked asparagus. We had one rule about food – just try one bite, if you don’t like it, you can spit it out. Food rarely was spit out.
I would listen to my friends talk about their kids who wouldn’t touch anything that wasn’t a chicken nugget or mac ‘n cheese and wipe my brow as if I had dodged a bullet. Last year, in 5th grade health class, the children studied the benefits of healthy eating and after school he would come home looking for carrot or celery sticks to dip into white bean hummus, or organic peanut butter to slather on whole wheat toast. When he told me that he was one of the only kids who would eat the salad in the school lunch I beamed with delight. Ok, I admit it. I was a teeny bit smug.