Paper Rainbow?

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Okay so when I was just a wee little girl, my father died in a car accident.  I don’t remember him at all, but I am told my my mother I am just like him.  Who would have thought.  I did this bittie art a while back, it kinda sums up him, but paper rainbows really has nothing to do with my daddy, his death just caused a chain of events that lead to seeing paper rainbows everywhere.

When I was 5 my mom remarried, Dumb Dumb.  Evidently I didn’t care for him when I met him, but he grew on me.  He had the same maturity level as me 9 times out of 10.  This made things fun for me as a child.  He was a troubled man that no doubt my mother could lead in the right direction.  You see I do believe he wants to be a good man, he just never quite got a handle on the things that can lead us astray.  None the less, with out him there would be no Cam, my little brother.  Cam is an incredible man now, who is my friend, brother, and strength.  I am very protective of him. But paper rainbows has nothing to do with Cam or his dad, this marriage just caused a chain of events that lead to seeing the paper rainbows everywhere.

Nine years into this marraige my mom filed for divorce.  It was time.  One fateful night my mom and I were sitting in the living room with this 10 foot paper arc, maybe 6 foot(it was just big), and were tearing bits of tissue paper in all different colors and I would wrap them around the eraser end of the paper and dab it in glue, and stick it to the large arc. Starting with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet. The end result would be this 6 foot long paper rainbow for her classroom.  Somewhere around green Dumb Dumb came through the front door pretty drunk babbling about how he needed his pillows.  My mom then said something that stuck with me for ages, “Whitney, ignore him and just focus on the paper rainbow.” My mom in all her strength got up and got pillows off of her bed and gave them to him.  He then needed the T.V.  So she went and got that.  This went on for about 20 minutes until he finally left.  My mom went and checked on Cam, who was 7 or 8 at the time, he was sleeping soundly.  She then sat down and we finished the paper rainbow.  She never flinched.  She just sat and told me what a great job I was doing.

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My Mama, My favorite paper rainbow

God sent a rainbow as a symbol of hope for Noah, a sign that all would be okay.  My mom’s paper rainbow became this symbol of happy distractions when life seems to be falling apart. The happy distractions that seem to get us up in the morning. Paper rainbows push us a littler further and, not only pick us up when we fall, but put the scooby-doo band-aid on our scraped knee.  Paper rainbows are the things that make us smile and breathe deep on a regular basis.  Paper rainbows are everywhere, like the guy that plays the sax on the corner in NOLA so that everyone can hear. Or the first college football game of the season. Or the perfect piece of cinnamon toast.  They are the much needed hug when the day just went in the pooper really quick for no reason at all.  They are the belly laugh you get when you remember something funny and you are all by yourself, or better yet the belly laugh that infects the whole room when you realize that you are the worst at geography. Paper rainbows are the first time you realize that the person you are drinking in a kitchen with is going to be a life long friend that you are going to fight with like a brother.  Paper rainbows are life, the things that we can miss along the way if we never look around and pay attention.

And there you have it, the story of paper rainbows.   I wish you a lifetime of paper rainbows.  Thank you Mama for being my favorite paper rainbow.

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8 responses to “Paper Rainbow?

  1. Your words are amazing and inspiring. You manage to be sweet and uplifting without being cheesey! I miss you being my neighbor!! Move to Shreveport!

  2. Whitney, I’m so glad to finally know the story of the paper rainbow…and what a strangely beautiful story it is. You’ve made me think a little bit differently today. I’ll be looking for those from now on!

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  4. I have wondered so often the meaning of the paper rainbow. Now that I know, I sit here with tears in my eyes. I guess that we don’t really know in life what effect the little things we do can have on a person. At the time, I did the only thing that I could. I tried to protect what I held near and dear from heartache. I will continue to do just that until the day that I die. I love you Whitney. You and Cameron have always been the bright spots in my life. Mom

  5. That was beautifully put my dear friend whitney! It even brought a tear to the eye after reading it and moma terry’s comment. I know what the paper rainbow meant in my own life. You should see the one that i made when i was cam’s age in the story.

  6. Ohhhhh Whit. .. I love the way you communicated this story. My heart is touched. I need to start looking at a paper rainbow. .. .thanks for the FANTASTIC reminder:)

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