+ instead of red, today Gunner is sporting OPI's Save Me +
I've talked about this kind of thing before, here and here, and basically, it all boils down to "who the f*&k really cares."
who cares if my boys have pink nails. All they have known in their life is seeing their mom paint her nails pink and red. And red, Gunner has announced, is his favorite color.
It's awesome. My boy has a mohawk and red nails. He loves waffles and the movie Days of Thunder. He tries to emulate me on the piano and says he dreams of one day being a race car driver. He cradles his "babies" in his arms and gets great joy out of smushing nasty bugs in our driveway. Gunner has a sensitive heart and a hardass spirit. At only five years old, he knows what he wants and one way or the other, he will get it.
See, my husband was a pro baseball player. And yes, how fun would it be for us to watch our boys play professional baseball? It would be fun, but watching them play a piano recital at a concert hall would be just as exciting, or seeing them follow their dreams as an artist would be equally amazing.
Rob and I want our boys to be happy. Not that kind of happy, but the real, true life kind of happy.
Because I love Gunner's mohawk.
And I love his red nails.
And I will continue to love whatever it is that he loves.