Colors of the rainbow

We all have a moment to grieve a little,

when you think that it's going to be one way

and then it turns out not.

I found it hard when I was pregnant

hoping it was a boy, only having the those

Three words change my life.

It's a girl.

Immediately I think flashes of pinks and frilly things,

Princesses and ponies.

To be honest, my heart sank.

A part of me mourned the loss.

What's a girl in this day in age?

Now, more than ever, I see what they should be.

Not just the pinks and frills, but shades of blues and grey

The light and darkness

She should be the rainbow.

Hints of red - the fiery expression of strong emotions

Loving someone so much that it should burn.

Or the hue of anger when figuring out her way.

Orange to ignite motivation and perseverance.

I see it even now at the tender age of 15 months.

But with a dash of pride.

Yellow has always been such a playful color

It sparks happiness and is always cheery

Although it speaks of caution as well.

A dash of green for nurturing and tending to the Earth

Learning not to pay the green-eyed monster

any heed and push for better.

Blues are a somber color meant to reflect

In hopes to give pause

To give notice to depression and not dwell

Splashing purple in the mix to honor her bravery

Becoming your person is hard

Becoming a giver and yet not losing yourself in the mix

She will be the rainbow.

The highs and lows of all colors

Because we are all complex humans