When I married my husband, our finished basement was beige.
Off-white walls, beige couch, dull taupe rug, light brown furniture, even the single painting on the wall was black and white with a hint of beige. It had no
color, no personality. It was just…beige.
But once small children entered (or, in his case,
re-entered) our lives, so did color. The baby toys were vivid primary colors
and bold, bright shapes. The toddler toys were slightly more subtle but still
bright and vivid. The preschool toys are becoming a bit less of an assault on
the eyes, but still solid, bold colors and patterns. And the toys are
everywhere. So on every formerly dull, bland, beige surface, there can always
be found a pop of color.
Today, I glanced at my beige couch, covered with a dull
brown blanket, next to a boring black chair, with a single pair of plain white
socks resting on it, and saw a single piece of bright red, glitter-coated
tissue paper. A pop of color. And it made me smile. Because not only is it a
cheerful color, it is also a reminder of the project that my son and I did
together earlier in the day. It was a symbol of how my son can now read
directions himself, how he can figure out how to put things together and how to
make them work. It was a reminder that he loves to be creative, and that he
loves for me to watch him and to help him in that creativity.
It reminded me how, in the sometimes dull beige of my life,
my family is always a beautiful pop of color.
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