I used to hate pink. I’m not exactly sure why. Various reasons, all insignificant. But when I found out I was having a girl, I didn’t want to get too much pink for her. I preferred purple or yellow or something like that. My daughter has never had an overload of pink clothes in her closet.
Then we bought otter pops.
MM has been learning her colors, and I first got her to say them when referring to otter pops. What color do you want? I would ask. Pink, she would respond. Because pink was one of her favorite flavors.
Well, pink went from being her favorite flavor to her favorite color. I ask her what color we should paint the living room, and she says pink. She picks out the pink crayon to color with. And whenever she gets dressed, she wants to wear something pink.
Is this my daughter? She was not supposed to love pink.
But she does. And I let her. I buy her more pink clothes to wear. I give her pink otter pops.
I don’t hate pink anymore, but I also don’t absolutely love the color. But I let MM love pink, because I want her to be herself, even if it isn’t quite what I expected.