I Bought My Little Boy a Pink Bed
I don’t know about every mama in the world, but I can tell you about me. My little boy is the center of my universe; he thinks the world will stop for him, and you know what? His just might.
Families come together in many ways nowadays, and my beautiful child and I became mother and son through adoption. I can promise you that not everything has been easy; in fact, there have been many pull-my-hair-out days, times I thought I wouldn’t get through if it weren’t for God, my husband, and a glass of wine; but one thing that sure was easy was connecting with my son. The moment our eyes met and he declared wholeheartedly that I was his mama and I would love him “ever and ever” was the moment I inwardly swore I would fight for this child, no matter what that meant. It was the moment I became a mom.
Being a mom to a little boy brings so many surprises. I have the privilege of learning about an amazing, unique personality. I get to be a mom and provide opportunities for my son to learn and grow physically, emotionally, spiritually, and developmentally. What an amazing responsibility.
So…back to those surprises. When it came time to do the all awaited for room decorations, I was totally unprepared for my little one’s reactions. I had so many plans for his room. (Of course, I had been planning for months!)
What was I supposed to do when my precious three-year-old son shook his head no when I put the awesome Disney Cars toddler bed and matching comforter in my cart, instead happily pointing to the pink princess bed?
I nonchalantly asked him what made him choose the princess bed, and he burst into tears. He said, “Mama, princesses make me feel safe. Please, please, please, I only want this one!” I looked into his expectant eyes and realized that my son was waiting for an answer.
Inner conflicts jumped inside me. The bed is pink. It’s a princess bed. What will my husband say? What will my best friend say?
Of course I came home with the princess bed.
Pink girls room photo via Shutterstock.
I’ve learned a few things since that afternoon as well. I’ve learned that my son, though very young, is very sensitive and observant. If he wants to tell someone about the newest Taylor Swift song or show someone his new painting that may happen to be pink or purple but he perceives the person to be nonverbally (or verbally) judgmental, he will quickly stop himself or say, “Never mind, I’ll tell you later.”
It breaks my heart that my little boy fears judgment for his choices. What’s next for me, my son, my family? I don’t know. But what I do know is that it warms my heart to watch my son smile from ear to ear when his daddy holds him on the couch watching My Little Pony. And that he’s a fabulous dancer with a great sense of fashion, not to mention his amazing gift for making others feel loved. And that if anyone has something to say about my son, they have to get through me first. And that if he’s ever feeling down, he will always have his mama to hold his hand. Pink princess bed and all.