Friday, November 6, 2015

Pink... its just a color.

My parents were divorced & remarried by the time I was 6.  My stepfather worked a steady job & I did not live with my Dad,  so my life was greatly influenced by my mom.  

I was the 4th child of my mom along with my step siblings.  I was my mom's little girl.  She raised me with strong morals & I was given a great education in both life, books, music & art.  My room had a pink rug with floral wall paper in a pink hugh.  Even the curtains were pink.  I had a doll collection & a doll house.  I took dance, art, was involved in summer theatrical programs, and studied piano with a focus on classical (although I did persuade my mom to teach me the theme from the Love Boat & other favorite TV show tunes).  I had my tiny close group of girlfriends.  We went to the mall, put on make up, did our hair, danced around the room singing Madonna, Prince or Cyndi Lauper into our hair brushes.  We were girls.

Eventually our teenage years were filled with secret trips to Faneuil Hall & Downtown Crossings.  Our fashion went from mini-skirts to parachute pants, thankfully the fluorescent phase was short.  We went to underage dance clubs.  Our weekends went from roller skating to the dance floor where you would find us breaking, moon walking & dancing until we were exhausted.  Our hair went from blonds & browns to purples & rainbow mohawks.  It was the 80's & we were now teenage girls.  

Life went on.  Most of us returning to more natural hair colors.  Some of the girls had children, some married & divorced (as I too had done so & in a pink dress mind you... the marriage not the divorce, don't recall what I wore to that), but there was no question we were still girls.  We still love to dress up, dance & chat on the phone. We surly don't do it enough these day's, but my point is, we still remained our mothers daughters.  The one's they raised to be the little girls they always wanted.  But I don't think my mom had the me I am today in mind.

My mom raised me to be me.  She influenced my girlish side with pink things, dolls & trips to the mall, but she never demanded I look a certain way (aside from dressing like a slut being unacceptable).  I went through many phases.  The punk look being one of the longest stretching through most of High School.  My college years were filled with theatrics & eventually led into a career with the Disney Company.  I met my once husband there & left him there.  It was not the fairy tale it was thought to be. But life went on.  I traveled a bit, visited girlfriends, danced, dressed up & reclaimed my girl status.  I eventually met the love of my life.  We got married.  This time pink was not involved.  In face I had strict instructions that there was to be no pink what so ever involved in the wedding or reception.  Life was good.  

Things change & the economy is a major contributor.  Our lives went from living in the penthouse to a home on wheels.  Eventually landing us in Bisbee.  Here is where the pink comes back into my life but not as my mom expected.  You wont usually find me wearing a pink dress or the like.  What you will find me wearing in pink is steel toe work boots, work gloves or my bee suit.  Who knew that I was going to grow up to be a wild bee iPhotographer & wrangler.  That my other steady job would be driving an engine into an old Copper mine.  These are not the things little girls are made of... or are they?  

Because my mom let me do what I want, I never felt that I couldn't do something that I found interest in.  I never felt an interest in sports, even though we played soft ball in elementary school.  I did find a love of art & have put that into my current life.  What has become a hobby is now something I get paid for.  These are influences my mom placed upon me that have flourished.  She never stopped me from changing through the years, she only gave me advice & encouragement.  The pink that she poured over me during life stuck a little but it did not change me, nor did it define me.  I still became the person I was meant to be.  I still love to dress up & dance.  I still love glitter on pretty much anything.  I am still a girl.  I just happen to work in a predominately male field.  But I do the job just as well as any dude... I just do it with a little pink.