When I found out that I was having a girl last September, I was excited. I had only known girls, being the oldest of three of that gender, and boys? Well, I had no clue. But there was one part that I did not like.
Pink was never a good color for me, and I much prefer green or blue or purple or even yellow to the ultra-girly pink.
Pink is what girly-girls wear. Barbie wears pink. Girls who take hours to dress each morning wear pink. My daughter was not going to be one of those girls. Pink was out.
But there’s a sad truth to having a girl. Almost all newborn clothes, nearly every girl-specific toy, and *almost every single girl gift at baby showers come only one color: PINK.
At first, I balked. I protested. I looked for other ways, other means. Pink would not be the defining color of my baby girl!
Then she was born. And pink indeed took over much of her wardrobe. And her toys. While there were (and are) other colors, we still have lots of pink.
But I’ve actually come to like it, accept it. Pink is so much more than a color. It’s a mindset, a realization that this child is my daughter, a princess, and longs to be beautiful, even now. (Yes, my four-month-old loves to be put in pretty, albeit comfy, clothes…especially pink ones!) My daughter, even now, is showing her girly side: preferring to be a social butterfly, enjoying shopping trips to the fullest, and already trying to talk up a storm.
Pink. Is absolutely beautiful.
Counting the gifts that pink has brought us:
pink on her diaper covers
pink Moses basket
pink towels and washcloths
pink picture frames
pink photo albums
pink stuffed animals
…and a purple swing.