Today I have someone very near and dear to my heart hanging around the Poop. She blogs to release the stigma of childhood onset bipolar disorder. She’s a fellow writer, in fact my writing partner, with a love of the fantasy realm too. She’s an advocate for CABF, and a full time student who wants to be a Parent Advocate. She is the creator of the online support group My Kid’s Bipolar Now What. She’s the often funny, sometimes serious, Mommylebron from Rage Against the Washing Machine.
I asked Mommylebron: “If you could be any color crayon, which color would you be and why?” Enjoy….
If you were a crayon, what color would you be and why?
At first I thought this would be a hard question, I may have even groaned. But then I realized; I am white!
No, I don’t mean my ethnicity. I mean, I am white, some muddled version of it anyways. But that’s not what I’m referring to.
I guess I can’t claim it as a symbol of my purity….three kids hello….
But I really am white. I am white in the sense that I am a combination of all colors. I am versatile in my interests and hobbies. I love all kinds of music from country to rock and everything in between. I read everything I can get my hands on from medical advise to fantasy novels. I don’t have much time for tv but even there I love everything from Hoarders to Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Another thing about white is that it does not absorb light, it reflects it. I feel I do the same. In dealing with my daughters issues I take this knowledge and then I throw it back out via my blog, Twitter, CABF and all the other places I haunt daily. I like to think I am doing the same on my (bumpy) journey towards being and author.
White represents other things to me as well. A blank slate, room to learn and grow. An empty canvas awaiting each brush stroke of inspiration.
So, as colorful as I see myself I can say with all certainty I am white.