I’ve continued to be drawn in by the Beanies. 🙂 Yesterday I wanted to be like the macaw and felt like the chameleon. Today I need to be like the rhinoceros, with armor like steel and yet still feel like the chameleon, ever changing.
My colors are ever changing: At times I’m a yellow mom, a green sister, a blue niece, an orange wife, a pink daughter, a red friend, a purple cousin, and a gray teacher. Certain colors get stuck and suddenly I’m all mixed up. I act like a teacher when I should be a friend (No, Kim. I really DON’T need to use the correct their, there, or they’re!) and I act like a mom when I should be a daughter (You are NOT my mother young lady!) Sometimes it works. Like when I’m yellow and gray and get to see the light in my daughter’s eyes as I help her figure out how to finally make a lowercase e. Or when I’m red and orange and am rolling on the floor in laughter with Brian making each other smile after a hard day. But mostly, I’m afraid my colors get muddled and run together.