color me
June 23, 2016 § 3 Comments
Last weekend we painted our daughter’s room. It was a questionable commitment to an uncertain shade of happiness. Her wall color and bed frame grounding an otherwise impersonal space in an intimate expression of self.
Gone was the pastel pink of her nursery or preteen purple of our last home; there wasn’t a hint of my choosing in her shade of joy. It was the first time I let go completely, without rules or interference. Bold swaths of color cut through the monotone neutral walls that link each room in a comfortable calm.
If my daughter was relaxed and euphoric as she waited on paint to dry, I was cautiously anxious. This change drew my attention and I watched, circling nervously, as one corner of our home stretched beyond my comfort into a daring risk and noisy expression.
Yellow and blue clanged in want of admiration and I found myself paused on the periphery of something unexpectedly familiar; envying my daughter her confidence in the ease of her playful choice.
The leap of faith in her certainty as she colored outside the lines to better shade her space with individuality.
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A very strong mom to allow…and faith in your daughter to choose. All the while quivering between those choices 😀
Now that takes great strength, you have done well…now rest 😀
Thanks, Mark. I’m not sure about strong. It felt a little silly, maybe even selfish in hindsight, to have been so cautious in terms of such a superficial decision.
As you are saying Marie, its not the end of the world. You can always change it.
Color always goes with growth and the mood of that growth. It will change, just as your ‘little’ girl does (as do we all) 🙂