Loving him was yellow {Spin Cycle}

Let me get this out of the way. I have a confession to make–I love Taylor Swift’s song “Red.” Should a 44 year old woman really be a fan of Taylor Swift? I suppose that’s what happens when my two daughters dance around the living room singing her songs. So when I was listening to “Red” and singing along, I began to wonder. (Why, yes, the girls were at school and I was home alone playing their Taylor Swift CDs. I’ll admit it!) I wondered. Is love really red?

Red is a logical choice for love. It’s the color of a heart, the color of a rose, and even seems to be the official color of Valentine’s Day. A woman will wear red lipstick and a red dress to attract a man. But is red really the color of love?

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I’m not sure why, but I’ve always thought of the color yellow when I think about my love for Ed. A bright yellow, like the yellow of the sun. Perhaps it’s because of the effect he had on me. My life was pretty dull until Ed came along. When we first started dating, he would tell me how lonely he was before we met. Now that we’ve settled into married life with two noisy kids, he’ll deny that he ever said he was lonely! But I must have brought some brightness into Ed’s life, too. Yes, yellow seems like a good color for love.

Yet yellow is not perfect. When I was pregnant with Lily, we chose not to find out if we were having a boy or a girl before the baby was born. As a result, we received a lot of yellow baby clothes. But for a baby, yellow seemed so…neutral. Lily didn’t have any hair, so it was hard to tell if she was a boy or a girl. Of course, I always thought she looked like a girl, but when Lily was very little some people complimented my baby boy. I wouldn’t say I especially liked pink until I was sick of seeing Lily in yellow. Lily grew older, I had another baby girl, and then I was inundated with pink; pink clothes, pink baby towels, pink everything. Both Lily and Emmy decided that pink was their favorite color. All of a sudden, I loved pink too. Pink made my girls look so pretty, and I was so proud to be the mom of two beautiful little girls. I still am. Pink is a good color for love.

The color of love is always changing, I suppose. What color will I think love is as I get older? A nice comforting gray? An old and sturdy brown? Time will tell.

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Patience-ometer {Plus: A New Book!}

When I was little, I always imagined that patience was something that you could measure. When my mom told me that she was running out of patience, I pictured a little thermometer–a “patience-ometer,” I suppose–with a very, very short red line. Which is rather funny, because when Mom lost her patience, her thermometer exploded!

Now that I’m a mom, I tell my own kids when I’m running out of patience. “I’ve just about had it!” I’ll tell them. Then even I have to wonder, what have I just about had?

Call it losing your cool, blowing a fuse, or just a plain old fit. We are all guilty of losing our patience. Not only do some of us admit to having adult-sized temper tantrums, we even write about our meltdowns! I’m one of 29 other moms who have written a book about the times we just couldn’t hang on to our patience in the tell-all anthology, The Mother of All Meltdowns.

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Moms from all over the country have admitted to losing their cool in this new book! Meltdowns have occurred on the patio, in the grocery store, at the doctor’s office and even at The Happiest Place on Earth! This book will have you laughing out loud, nodding in recognition, and breathing a sigh of relief that you are not alone!

My own meltdown story happened last year, when Emmy was in Kindergarten. Here’s a quote from the book:

Something rose up in me as I looked at Emmy’s bedroom floor, at all those previously neatly folded clothes just lying there like casualties of the tornado that was Emmy.

 

The Mother of All Meltdowns is available as a paperback from Amazon.com. You can also buy the Kindle version and the Nook version as well!

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