“Mom, you’re so … blue.” Sarah stated this like a judge pronouncing a sentence in the courtroom.
“What was that you said, honey?” Her mother, Ann, was banging pans in the kitchen sink.
“I said you’re BLUE.”
Ann flicked foamy soapsuds from her hands and turned sideways in order to see her daughter’s face.
“What ARE you talking about? I’m blue? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Yeah. You’re blue. We learned about personality colors in psychology class. And you’re definitely dark blue.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Ann’s eyebrows rose like McDonald’s arches.
“No … not bad … it’s just that I’m red. Very red. Which is probably why we see things so differently.”
Ann wiped her hands on her apron and then walked toward the kitchen table. “So tell me more. What’s a blue person like, and a red person? Sit down. I really want to know.”
Sarah seemed delighted. “Okay! Well, we learned blue people are basically calm, aesthetic … you know, creative. They love learning, dreaming, reflecting, and are very tuned into their - (bleech) - EMOTIONS.”
“Oh! So I guess I AM blue!” Ann grinned. “Now tell me about red – that’s you, right?”
“Yeah!” Sarah perched both elbows onto the table and leaned toward her mother. “Red people are easily excited - eager, competitive, forthright. They’re courageous problem solvers who are all about seeking justice.”
Ann squinted into space. “Well my dear, that sounds like you all right.”
“See, this is why we often see things from different points of view.”
“Obviously. But think of it this way … together we create new potential … PURPLE!”
“Oh brother, Mom … you’re so totally BLUE!”
They both laughed, and then Ann asked, “So what color is your dad?”
Without hesitation, Sarah replied, “I think he’s green.”
“And the green personality is …?”
“Greens are analytical, not into feelings, and prefer to be left alone to do their work. They’re decisive, orderly, and …” Sarah paused to look for the right word. “Assertive.”
“Bingo! That’s your dad!” With a finger held to her chin, Ann added, “I guess that makes us turquoise, as a couple. How lovely! I’ve always loved aquamarine.”
“Oh Mom … you’re the coolest old lady I know.”
“Well thanks, honey. That’s quite a compliment – except for the ‘old’ part.”
Sarah had more to say. “You know who I want to marry? What personality color, I mean?”
“Nope. Tell me.”
With dreamy eyes, Sarah cooed, “G-O-L-D.”
“Why is that?”
“Because golds are loyal and responsible, organized, peaceful, and service-oriented. They’re stable people.”
“Stable is good. Very good. A little bit of balance for that courageous and daring RED.” She winked. “And just think, as a married couple you’d make a lovely shade of orange. Something close to a glowing sunset peach …”
Sarah ignored this; she was already thinking about the next topic. “You know what’s neat about all this, Mom?”
“Well, I keep thinking about all the colors of personality that have walked the face of the earth. The millions that are alive right now have all these different personalities, and if those colors could be seen from outer space … WOW. That makes this a pretty colorful planet.”
“Good point, Sarah my dear. Maybe ET is out there watching?”
Sarah snickered. “Maybe!”
Ann grew pensive again, as was typical for her blue personality. “But seriously, you know what hits me? Sometimes we pretend, and don’t wear our ‘true colors’. I know when we were first married I tried to be different - greenish - just because I thought it would please your dad.”
“That’s a really good point.”
“Here’s something else. It doesn’t hurt to look at all the personality colors through ‘rose-colored glasses’ that enhance rather than criticize. That’s the most we can do for each other.”
With that, Ann scooted her chair back. “I’d better finish those pans – they’ll never get done by themselves.”
“Thanks for talking about this with me, Mom. I think it’s really cool – and helpful, too.”
Ann walked toward the sink and submerged her hands. “Just think – if we’re created in God’s image, which we are, then He must be a pretty colorful God.”
Sarah had to have the last word as she ducked out the back door. “Yup – and remember, which color did He paint first in the rainbow? Must have been … RED!” She disappeared, her crystal clear laugh announcing her enthusiastic presence to the golden sunshine waiting outside.
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