Grown-Up Tastes

When I was young I had very particular tastes. Some may have called me picky. (Some being my mom, my dad, my grandparents, aunts and uncles, but who's counting?) As I have gotten older and more "mature" I've opened my eyes to many things I never would've dreamed of as a child.

• I love to wear turtlenecks. I wouldn't have been caught dead in a turtleneck until college, but then I realized my neck was cold and a turtleneck sweater was the perfect way to warm it up.
  
• I hated soup as a kid. I could never understand how liquid could constitute dinner and actually be filling or tasty. Now I make soup at least once a week, multiple varieties, and it's one of my favorite comfort foods.
  
• Another hate on my childhood hit list was squash. As an adult, I get serious cravings for it. Maybe I'm trying to make up for my lack of squash consumption early in life.
  
• I used to detest pink. I wanted nothing to do with anything I perceived to be too girly, frilly, lacey, ruffley, you get the picture. And while I do still appreciate an understated feminine dress as opposed to one decked out in frills and lace, I have decided that pink is not so bad. I may go so far as to say that I even like it. And I love dressing my own daughter in it (who luckily doesn't have too many opinions yet about what she wears). I've embraced femininity. Whod'a thunk?

I'd like to think that my tasted have improved as I've aged. I hope that they will continue to do so. In the mean time, I'm glad that I've been able to open myself up some as I attempt to raise less-picky children. Tonight they ate beef stew for dinner. As long as some days seem, I'm glad I'm not fighting battles over soup.