Contrary of what many may think, my favorite color is not green, it’s brown, deep, dark chocolate brown. So when the time came for us to get ready for the baby, and get our hands into projects induced by two terribly out of synch biological clocks frantically ticking inside an already reckless couple trying to become a family, the first color that came to my mind was, you guessed it, brown.
Compromising on a gender neutral combination was not easy, lime greens , yellows and beige looked good; but a simple purchase made it all clear for us… aqua and brown. Things (or stuff as my partner would call them) were made, and then we had to wait.
“So you’re adopting a boy” everyone said when they laid their eyes on my blue and brown creations. “Not really, actually we’re hoping for a girl”. (Insert here awkward silence and “the look”. You know that look. It’s the look your friend gives you when you order the large fries. It’s the look that says: “You shouldn’t.”). But we were stubborn, blue it was, and my vision of little Eva in a pink free environment, much to the pleasure of my partner, slowly grew on me.
And then we got the call, our baby was ready to come home, and it turned out that our gender neutral vision went out the window the moment they said the baby was a boy; a beautiful, healthy, brown and blue baby boy.
