Here’s the song reference.
After the dinner dishes had been cleared away this evening, Manie and I were pleasantly surprised to discover that the girls had, in fact, cleaned their room satisfactorily. We sat and read stories with the girls for a while, until I remembered a box of wooden toy cars I had stashed in the back of one of the kitchen counters. While the girls were drinking their milk, I quietly put their art kits and the box of cars on the table; upon further thought, I put Manie’s out as well.
No one needed a second invitation to gather for an art project. I puttered around the house for a few minutes before I joined the rest of the car-coloring crew, who had quickly decided that markers were the proper tool for painting wooden cars past bedtime.
We had to moderate a minor disagreement between Bugaboo and Beanie. Bugaboo has developed a habit which we are trying to redirect, which involves insisting that anyone who is not using her preferred colors is not exercising creativity correctly. That’s an overly diplomatic way to say she tells Beanie that Beanie is “coloring wrong,” which upsets Beanie to no end, and leads to an exchange that goes something like this:
Bugaboo: “Beanie, you’re coloring that all wrong.”
Beanie: “No, I’m not. Mommy, she’s telling me I’m coloring wrong. I don’t want to use her colors.”
Bugaboo: “You should be using this color instead of that one. And then you’re going to say yours is more beautifuller than mine.”
Beanie: “No, I don’t like that color, and mine IS more beautiful than yours, because I picked the colors myself.”
Tonight, I interjected as soon as Bugaboo started to tell Beanie how to color her cars. Beanie had delightedly informed us that she was making a rainbow car, and Bugaboo piped up, “You ALWAYS do rainbow stuff. You should do it . . .”
“Bugaboo, let her be, please. If she wants to make rainbow cars, she can make rainbow cars.”
“But, Mommy, then she’ll want everything to be rainbows.”
“That’s okay, Bugaboo. You do yours your way, she’ll do hers her way, and Daddy and I will each do ours, our way.”
“But she . . .”
“Bugaboo. What colors do YOU want YOUR cars to be? I’m putting a blue and yellow flower on mine.”
“I can’t decide what color to use.”
“Well, take a minute to look at all the colors you have there. Which one do you think is the prettiest?”
Beanie proceeded to color one rainbow car and one black one, Bugaboo created a pretty good variety of designs, including one car she reversed to look like a pickup truck, and Manie and I had a good time coloring cars with our daughters. We chatted as we worked, one of those aimless and meandering conversations that ranges from whether apples or bananas taste better with pancakes to whether, if Manie was a superhero, he would be Iron Man or the Incredible Hulk. When he explained to Bugaboo and Beanie that he probably would not fit into Iron Man’s suit, Beanie chimed in with, “That’s because you’re big and chubby, Daddy, so you’d be better as the Hulk. Could you fit in his clothes?”
If he could have stopped laughing long enough, he might have answered her.
Today’s prayer: Lord, thank You for all the colors, and for four little blessings whose eyes can see every one of them. Thank you for their desire to add color and light to the world, to re-create Your promise by painting rainbows everywhere. Please grant us the grace to diligently teach them that we love each other even when we disagree, and while one of us may draw flowers and another butterflies, the love of You and Your law unites us. Help us teach them to always speak the truth boldly, but to do so tenderly and with the intent to help, not harm.