At the top of my bucket list is “Writing a blog”. So here I am. Writing a blog.
On this Mother’s Day, it is fitting that I acknowledge the roles that mothering have played in my Colorful Life.
My mother is an amazing woman. Bright. Opinionated. Strong. Loving. Wise. Her color inspiration comes from the garden where she is a master of creativity. I have none of her talents in this area but am so grateful to have been nurtured by her. In a way, I have blossomed into who I am as a colorful being because she cultivated my creativity - in her own way.
Mothering for me has been the most challenging and inspiringly colorful experience of my life. The opportunity to nurture a child - to teach them to love and live life colorfully - is the most precious gift of all. God knew just the right moment to bestow that gift on me. I was ready to embrace the experience. Raising my Diana Rose has been a magical journey. So many stories to share. For now, I will just say she has brought more vibrancy to the colors I see around me. And she has helped me see new colors in new ways.
And I treasure, as well, my two grandmothers who complemented each other in ways that helped me gain confidence. My Grandma Carpenter truly saw the world through rose-colored glasses. Her favorite color was pink and now mine is, too. She loved beautiful flowers and dressed and decorated with an eye to colors that put a smile on my face. My Grandmother Campbell had a more clear-sighted vision of the world in all it’s myriad of colors. She saw the colors but also the black and whites and grays.