Coloring outside the lines

I was coloring with the boys last night and a wonderful memory came crashing over me.  This memory surfaces every time I am coloring... I think I finally figured out why.

When I was a child my mom would color with me.  To understand all of this story you must know that my mother suffered brain damage from a very rare virus she contracted when i was 3 months old.  So my grandparents took on the responsibility of raising both of us together. 

One afternoon my mom and I were coloring together.  She was coloring a picture of sleeping beauty in the forest.  I was focused on making sure my princess picture was exactly the way sleeping beauty looked.  Everything had to be perfect.  When I was done I remember looking at my moms finished project and was in awe at what I saw.  She had colored the grass pink, the sky was green, the trees were blue, flowers were black and brown, sleeping beauty's dress was yellow, the animals were purple and pinks, and reds.  Nothing was how it "should" of been.  Yet it was the most amazing picture I had ever seen!  It was so pretty, and yet so very wrong.  I have often tried to color that way...make them different then how they really are.  I can never do it.  Grass must be green, sky must be blue, flowers must be different bright colors.  I think it is wonderful to see the world differently.  The lesson I have taken from this memory is different people see things in many different colors.  I want to find beauty in differences.  I want to stop confining myself to a certain way of doing things, I think my view of the world will be a lot more colorful if I see things from a different view point.