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If life gives you lemons, ask for salt and vinegar.
I have been arranging and rearranging your new room. Baby, it is a beauty to behold. I brought in an artist to paint cute little angels and babies on the wall. I figured you would like the company. I’m not sure what color you’d like… I’m not into that blue is for boys and pink is for girls nonsense. I left the walls a plain white.
As you grow, I’d watch what colors your eyes seek out the most, even if it is the brown of my skin and ensure your room gets the same.
I want to take this same approach with raising you. Your father is a great man, loving and wise. He won’t be far from us. However, I am the one with the breast milk, so there’s a higher tendency to spend more time with me. This is not me being proud.
No one is going to be forcing ideas or ideologies down your throat. No. You are a blank sheet, a new template. You have been conceived to conjure your own images.
However, Cozy, if your eyes keep seeking out black, you’d have to either wear dark shades or leave the white wall. The other extreme is going blind but I think you would have your father’s eyes and they are so adorable.
If your life choices are not making sense to us, your parents, you would have to get God to explain them to us or else, you forget about them.
Just a little more…
1. I think we need to stop these stereotyping habits. Blue for boys? Pink for girls? Really? Nothing works that way anymore. I know many girls who grew up pretending to adore pink when they would hug green for the world. Enough, please.
2. Parents can be annoying. But they are often times right. Be careful if you ever decide to go against them. Be sure it is worth it.