A faint but persistent rumble I've been hearing in some parenting spheres is around color, of all things. The modern bad habit of sterile, bland colorlessness in architecture and interior design is a problem in all manner of ways, but somehow its muted visage has managed to overwhelm its betters at near every turn.
I could go for a while about how much of it comes from the poor ethics of landlords and 'investment property' management companies impeding personalization to adversely affect the psychology of society at large, but that's macro. For now, I'll keep it about parents and kids.
Not only does a failure to explore color and shape in one's private environment deny sensible adults an opportunity to indulge their creativity, it actively impedes the development of their children, should those same adults become parents. Babies need contrast to develop their eyesight. Shape, color, everything. Uniformity of color in something like a nursery? Generally speaking, terrible plan.
And then... there is what I consider the real worry. That parents may feel as though they have to protect their own identity, and shape their child's development in a manner that doesn't conflict with their own aesthetic sensibilities. Worst thing you could do? Maybe not, but that sort of stifling is near the top of the list.
A parent's goals and obligations are ideally quite simple: a comprehensively developed child, and a better world to leave them than they themselves had. All else is secondary.
We live in a world awash in beige, eggshell, taupe, and grey.
Raise your children to know it's not normal, necessary, or even correct.
See that they well know every color of the rainbow- the better to draw out the colors of their soul.
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