My daughter has a passion for the color purple. If an article of clothing doesn’t have some shade of purple in it, forget about it. She shakes her little head, tendrils of curls flying around, and says, “No, mommy. I want the purple shirt … purple pants … purple socks … purple backpack … purple sneakers.”
Okay, okay. I get it. You want it because it’s pretty? No. You want it because it’s functional? No. Oh, that’s right. You want it because it’s … purple!
Now, I must admit I was always a red girl and for some reason, as I’ve gotten older my loyalties have shifted to blue and green. I don’t have a problem with purple per se. What I have a problem with? Identifying the need for an item solely based on its color.
I blame it on Barney. There, I said it. That adorable purple dinosaur who sang, danced and encouraged her to “use your imagination;” he’s the culprit in this purple kiddie caper. But I’m to blame, too. Wasn’t I the mommy who sang along with him, encouraging my daughter to bond further to me with the hypnotic words from Barney’s theme song, “I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family?” Did she somehow in her developing baby brain connect the color purple with the feeling of love she gets from me and her daddy?
Of course I reassure myself that it’s just a phase she’s going through–and hope that when she falls in love and ties the knot one day it won’t be in a purple dress.
About the Author
Estelle Sobel Erasmus is an award-winning journalist, blogger, columnist who writes about how she went from dating diva to married lady to older mom in the blink of an eye on her blog Musings on Motherhood and Mid-Life. She is a 2012 Top 10 Circle of Moms Winner for Top 25 Family Blogs by a Mom, was a 2012 BlogHer Voice of the Year, and was in the original 2012 production of Listen to Your Mother.