The prompt this week is a topic:
“PINK IS FOR GIRLS”
I grew up with a lot of brothers, and a tomboy sister, so pink wasn’t in my vocabulary. Looking at me now you would never have guessed I hated the color pink. I refused to wear it long into my teenage years. I wanted everything and anything in blue!
Then I fell head over hills in love with pink, I was 22 years old. A late girlie bloomer you could say. I went from my overalls, plaid shirts, ponytails and the color blue to the extreme opposite high heels, makeup, dresses and a lot of pink. Pink nail polish, pink lip gloss, pink clothes, my life looked like one big bubble gum factory.
So when I had kids of my own I never thought to choose certain colors due to gender. It turns out my son’s first favorite color is purple. It’s all about the purple at the moment. “Purple car, purple car, purple cars,” he shouts all around the house. In his new Pirate Pete’s Potty book he has to pick the purple big boy pants for Pete’s favorite and his own favorite, every time. He loves his purple nursery shirt, and if I let him he would wear it over and over. It’s cute, I don’t think anything of it.
This day and age, pink or blue has no gender. You can see it in the department stores, there are vibrant pinks and purples in the boys’ section and deep blues and greens in the girls’ section. It’s all mixed just the way it should be.
This isn’t to say I don’t love to buy mountains and mountains of pink for my little girl, or adorn my son’s bedroom in navy and white stripes because I do. But when the time comes and he picks pink and she picks blue, I will not stand in their way.