My daughter’s 13th birthday is approaching and my thoughts keep going back to her younger days. The days where we would spend hours in her room play with Barbies, baby dolls and miniature doll houses. I go back to the days when she would have me and her daddy play dress up with her. The days when she loved the color pink.
That little girl had hat boxes full of big frilly hair bows and matching bracelets. Ebay was fairly new back then and I would order custom made dress to go with a specific theme. When Finding Nemo came out in 2003, she was head to toe in a custom Nemo outfit to celebrate her 1st movie experience. Those days are gone…now it’s Areopostle hoodies, mobile devices and earphones.
The color pink still exists as her bedroom paint color which she has asked to have removed many times. But I can’t let it go. It’s all I have of the color pink.
I’m not an overly clingy mother. I brought my teen home last night from her Junior high Volleyball game and went to eat taco bell right after. It was just the two of us. We left and made our way to visit her piano/voice instructor then made our final stop at the football field to watch my son practice for a little bit. My daughter & I headed home together and I started thinking: We were spending time together. Enjoying each others company and “hanging out”.
I realized at that moment the color pink wasn’t going to come back into my life anytime soon. There would be no more twirling around in a ballet outfit or imaginary tea parties. Those days might be long gone but she still wants to hold my hand in the mall and leans on my shoulder while we watch my son’s football practice.
But it’s not the same.
She’s the director of this show and if I’m lucky, she’ll at least wear the color pink.