It has come to this. I cringed inside when the kids asked. It seemed inevitable though. Every time we hit the garden center, they would run like a beacon pulled them. They always wound up in front of the pink flamingos. I should have seen it coming. It was only a matter of time before my limits and my need to control would be tested.
You see, I did not want a pink flamingo. Not even in the least. I couldn’t imagine having one of those in my backyard. It’s not that I'm against fowl feathered friends, we have six chickens after all. It’s somewhat of a stigma, isn’t it? I am not of the pink flamingo demographic, at least I’m not what I think of when I think of pink flamingo owners. I guess the bottom line is that I was way too concerned with what the neighbors would think. My Facebook feed confirmed it. When I posted a picture of our newest family member, one of my friends commented “oh, so your that neighbor now?” I could hear the italics in her voice.
I manage the way people think about me, because I want to control other's perceptions of who I am.
I don't have to micro manage.
There's freedom in letting go.
So I said yes. And Faye (or Florence, depending on which daughter you’re talking to) now lives next to the peonies. She’s a good reminder. She squawks to me to take it easy. To let go. To loosen my grip. That life is so much better when I can let go of my incessant need to control.