I have been trying for the last few weeks, well maybe even months, to find a way to merge this new brain dump of mine, aka the spastic rumbles in my mind, into my old self blog, Pink Haired Momma. I found myself writing posts about my crazy thoughts day after day and yet I never could get them completed and posted. Something just felt off, not quite there; I couldn't post to Pink Haired Momma because well, I am not Pink Haired Momma anymore.
I have grown and matured, (haha well as matured as I purple haired thirty something to 2 little girls can be) into a new person. Yes, that is right, currently I am sporting a new vibrant purple style, and I really like it.
Life happens. We grow. We learn. We change. We develop from our experiences into something more, something greater and more wise than our past selves. Our lives are enriched each day as we soak in the vibrant knowledge that passes through our senses and dances with our thoughts and feelings from the spontaneity that life tosses in our path. Gone are the days of diapers and dirty dishes and now the days are graced with "momma, come check my butt" (post kid wipe) and slams of bedroom doors when asked to clean your plate. We develop, we grow, we change into a better self than we once were, or rather we teach our kids to do chores for themselves, so we can lead a more colorful life surfing Pinterest and drinking (colorful) wine.
A friend of mine posted a link to a blog post recently. I read through the authors words and immediately felt at home in my own mind. I finally was able to wrap my hands around why I was having such a hard time finding my voice again via my blog. This specific Quote, "Life doesn’t wait until you “get thin” enough to capture it. Life is happening . . . it is happening right now and the only moment we are guaranteed is the one we are living. I shudder at the thought of leaving behind no pictures of my life with ME in it." really sealed my thoughts together. It opened my mind to why I was having such a difficult time transitioning back into Pink Haired Momma.
I want to experience everything life has to offer and teach my children to laugh, love and enjoy life. I see each day as a blessing filled with a vibrancy that should not be subdued. We should embrace it and use our own minds to enrich the experience to the full potential our minds are capable of. We should soak in the warmth of the yellow sun and crisp cool air on gray winter day. We should allow our children to stay up past bedtime and lay on the tender cold green grass as their eyes dance across the black sky sprinkled with twinkly white stars. We should surround ourselves with a palette of love that makes our hearts soar and our minds complete. We should adorn our heads with long purple strands or teal wisps or brown frizzy locks, if it makes our minds clear and our hearts sing. We should be living RIGHT NOW, embracing it. I do not want to look back on my life and regret not spending a lovely afternoon in the backyard with my kids because I had dishes to wash. I do not want to remember a moment in my past where we chose NOT to climb the mountain and therefore missed seeing the beauty of a sunset collapsing on a perfect day. I want to shower my children in a life full of possibilities. Full of color and love and living.
We are living, thriving, colorful creatures who need to ingest the beauty of our world and contribute beauty to the world around us. As The Color Momma I will be doing just that. I hope you follow along as I learn to stop and smell the red roses, break for a minute in my day to show my children a yellow bumble bee landing on a soft white gardenia or enjoy the the vibrant buffet of colors that pop off my television screen as my husband relaxes into a game of zombie killing. I want to share with you how we as a family will learn to live a very COLORFUL life full of unexpected surprises in each and every day. Where life will lead us is unclear, but you bet we will find the "color" in every moment, every day. Life is a remarkable canvas that contains a uniqueness to each of its artists. And as the artists we must see the hallmark of even the smallest contributions.
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