Monday,eventually.I never thought to say that in my life but I am glad it is Monday.I am glad it is this Monday..
“Manic Monday” the Bangles used to sing.”Ordinary Monday”I happily sing .
The alarm clock rings and I am just happy is a back to normal Monday.Girls are back to school;I am back to my yoga;the dogs are back to their long morning walk on the beach.All the afternoon activities are back on too.There is only one thing out of ordinary:the travelling husband home all day.That, it is actually a pleasant out of ordinary thing.No more tedious drives back and forth to the hospital.He is home,safe and well….ish!
We made it to the afternoon with no unexpected events.Except the WiFi that start acting as crap as ever and a couple of nasty phone calls with the provider company but,this is material for an other post.
I am driving the girls to tennis lessons.I am rushing through randomly paved country side roads full of bumps and holes.The sun is very shy.It can’t properly make its way through the clouds.With the complicity of the autumn wind the grey sky make me feel the drop of the temperatures quite drastically.It is cold.It is a typical november day,with no rain.While still in the car A suddenly asks: “Is it true that writing in red is rude?”.I had to make her repeat the question twice not sure if I heard correctly.Once I realized I did hear it correctly, I had to ask her to repeat the question again.Only this time I was looking for inspiration because I couldn’t understand what she meant.CG, probably seeing I was totally lost,jumped into the conversation saying that it is rude indeed.Accordingly with the social requirements she was taught from who knows who,in fact,the red pen is used in kids birthday party invitation to ask to do or not to do something and by the teachers to mark mistakes in the homeworks.It can also be polite if used to write compliments like “well done” or “good work”in the homework but,only the teachers use it that way.I won’t hide I was even more confused then.A throw herself back in the debate and says that one of her class mate said it is rude to write in red because it is like shouting.At this stage question marks where populating my brain and going to show up in a long line on my forehead imminently.She keeps talking and says her teacher also said it is rude to write in red.Now,whatever the teacher said and whatever they understood I had to say something.Not only because red is one of my favourite colors but also because I refuse to be an accomplice in this ridiculous conspiracy against colors.Calmly and trying to keep my eyes on the road,I unveiled the ugly true:they were all nonsense.If someone is wondering about the appropriateness of the word”nonsense”,referred to something said by the teachers,(that I swear usually always back up),I specify that I said I was going to tackle the matter calmly not in a politically correct way.There is no such a thing of rude colors,i said.I explained that they are not allowed to write in red in their school copy books only because red is the color of the pen that the teachers use to correct their work.If they were using a green pen,they wouldn’t be allowed to use green !I remember, when i was in school myself, my teacher used to use the red pen only to mark mistakes.The black one to praise the good work.Back then there was actually the association between red and bad but,certainly no rude.My daughters’ teachers use the red pen for everything indistinctively:good or bad comments.No room for rudeness whatsoever in using the red I would say.As much as i love their teachers i don’t agree at all with this diminishing of the red pen.This time they got it all wrong.Just say to the kids they are not allowed to use it because it is the color used to correct the homework but,don’t call it rude.I thought it was a very curious choice of words actually.A very curious argument to bring in a class of 3rd and 5th graders indeed.Curious and misleading It is an approach that kind of making me go back in time.It is spontaneous the association with when,back in the days,lefthanders were forced to use their right hand because the left one was the hand of the devil.I wonder what could have happened if someone was caught to write with their left hand and a red pen:instant guillotine i guess.
I grew up wearing dark blue,dark green and black.A bit of brown was allowed too.Once in my thirties I discovered the colors and their power.The magic they can work on my mind and mood is amazing;or is my mind and mood playing trick on them?This is a million dollar question.Did the discovery of colors change me or did I discover the colours because I changed first?I think I know the answer but it is not important here.What is matters is that I like colors and the infusion of energy they give.I am trying to pass it over to my girls.My mother used to say they were very colorful.She mainly referred to their clothes and I was not sure it was meant as a compliment.I used to replay that they are kids and kids must be colorful.My kids are still colorful and she gave up commenting.Last time I was in Italy in winter time,my attention was captured by the fact that most of the kids around were dressed like mini me of their parents and they were wearing any shade of grey and black because, those were the colors that the fashion dictated for the current season.I then decided that my mother’s comment about the colourfulness of my girls was a compliment.A compliment indeed ,as they are colorful as much outside as inside.When they will be older they will start picking their own colors and will start experimenting with colors: there might be a dark fase(I had it),a hippish fase ,a whatever else fase.It will be their choice.It will be the reflection of that time of their life and it will be ok.For now they are still too young.They are “just kids”.They have to play and enjoy life as kids with their own identity.A kids’ identity.They need brightness,happiness,lightheartedness.They need to taste all the colors of the world so to be able to choose the right ones for them in the future.I am determined on this one:I won’t play along with the “rude red theory”.I knowingly opposed their teachers and as ultimate act of rebellion I did sign their homework journal with a red pen!
“Manic Monday” the Bangles used to sing.”Ordinary Red Rebellious Monday” I sing.