(that should have been heard in the announcer voice from Sesame Street… the voice that says “today’s program has been brought to you by the letter C and the number 5.)
That’s kind of weird for me to say, because I’ve never thought of myself as a pink kind of person.
Growing up, when most other girls were obsessed with pink, I went for the more rebellious purple passion. I even sported purple mascara in high school.
I don’t think my toe nails have been pink even ONCE in the past five years. At the moment they’re a glittery mauve kind of color with one chip on the big toe.
(my husband’s only request when i get a pedi is “not barbie pink”)
So pink isn’t something you would expect me to be thankful for.
Besides, being thankful for a specific color is kind of weird.
Even so, I’ve got thankful thoughts about pink.
Shortly after the birth of my second son, a sweet friend gave me a large pink ceramic bowl. It was the fancy kind from a snooty kitchen store that sends out full color catalogs to drool on.
It didn’t match my home, my kitchen, or my life.
I guess the bafflement must have shown on my face, because my friend quickly explained.
You’re a boy mom now. You need to embrace something pink for yourself. Pink will be the best way to mark your territory and protect something precious.
At the time, I filed her advice away but I really didn’t understand it.
With two toddlers, I quickly did.
If it’s pink, it’s mine.
Both boys loved to get into all the pens and paper on the small desk in our kitchen. If I turned my back, that stuff would disappear in a flash. The worst was when they got ahold of a sharpie marker and used it to draw train tracks on the carpet.
I noticed that they never grabbed one particular pen. Everything else would be gone except for the one pen. It was… you guessed it… pink.
Pink is for girls mommy!
The lightbulb went off and I quickly stocked the entire desk with only pink paper and pens. I only bought pink sharpies. Problem solved.
That was the start of the phrase
if it’s pink it’s mine.
I became the proud owner of a pink toothbrush, a pink hairbrush, pink athletic socks, pink coffee cups, a pink workout bag, and even a pink pillow. I even ordered My Pink Tool Kit from Amazon.
I threatened to paint my craft room pink just to keep everyone out.
Marking my territory with pink worked.
My husband may borrow my favorite orange scissors and lose them in the garage, but those cheap pink ones are always right where they belong. The kids may steal drinks from their dad’s iced tea glass, but mine remains untouched.
I embraced pink.
I’m happy to go fishing and camping and even hunting with my family. When the boys are older, I may change my mind and stay home. But for now, all three of my men need me with them.
As silly as it sounds, I’m happy to have a pink fishing rod of my very own.
In the midst of all the boy-stuff, I like that slight girly feeling I get from that flash of pink. It just feels right.
I’m thankful for pink.
I’m thankful my boys can see that soft feminine side of me, even when I’m teaching them to put a worm on their hook.
I’m thankful that they’re reminded that I’m a girl and that I should be treated as such, even when I’m standing ankle deep in mud and pointing out raccoon poop to them.
I’m thankful to watch the “mystique of pink” be so completely ingrained in my men-in-training that they won’t even touch whatever it is I keep hidden in a pink tote bag.
I’m thankful for my sweet friend and that marvelous pink bowl. I breathe a quick prayer of thanks every time I use it.
So what color are you thankful for today?
PS – If it’s pink it’s mine!
[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’]http://thishappymom.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSC_0036.jpg[/author_image] [author_info]Houston Mom Blogger Susan Baker has a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood. She has two elementary school boys, one engineering husband, and one cat. She has a strange fascination for eggs, socks, and books. She spends far too much time on Social Media and at Target. She is crazy in love with her family. She serves an amazing God. She lives an ordinary life filled with wonder. [/author_info] [/author]