Years have passed since those kindergarten days, but some things haven’t changed.
My son is grown now. He is no longer the little boy bringing me crayons or making school pictures at the kitchen table.
But he still sees some colors differently.
He knows what colors are supposed to be
One of the things that became easier as he got older was learning the names of colors.
He can see a color one way and still know what that color is called. He knows what it is “supposed to be,” even when his eyes are showing him something different.
That distinction became especially important when he was young.
The sky can still look pink
That little boy who once looked at a picture and told me the sky was pink still sees the sky differently.
He knows the sky is supposed to be blue.
But what he sees can still look different to him.
And honestly, that is something our family has learned to accept instead of argue with.
We still ask what he sees first
Our family developed a habit when he was growing up.
Instead of immediately telling him what color something was, we would ask:
“What color do you see?”
That question stuck.
We still use it today.
The grass story still makes me smile
At one point, we asked him what color the grass was before telling him what we expected him to say.
He said brown.
He still sees it as brown, but he knows grass is supposed to be green.
It is one of those things that reminds me that knowing the name of a color and actually seeing that color aren’t necessarily the same experience.
And then there was the green coffee
I drink a lot of coffee with creamer. To me, it looks brown—almost like peanut butter.
One day I asked my son to bring me my coffee.
He came back and said:
“Here is your green coffee, Ma.”
He still calls it green.
But he knows it is supposed to be brown.
Those little moments have become funny family stories now, but they also remind me how different someone’s experience of the same ordinary thing can be.
Growing up changed the way he learned
When he was in elementary school, reading the color names on crayons and markers gave him another way to work with colors.
By high school, there was less drawing and more pottery and hands-on projects. I noticed that the colors he used often seemed more muted to me.
He was still creating. He was simply doing it in a different stage of life.
He buys his own clothes now—but still calls Mom
When he was little, I bought basic-colored clothes for him so I knew things would match.
Now he’s grown and buys his own clothes.
And yet, every so often, he still calls Mom and asks if something matches.
Some things change.
Some things don’t. ❤️
What I learned from watching him grow
I used to think helping him meant teaching him to see colors the way I saw them.
Over time, I realized that wasn’t the point.
The point was helping him understand the world he was living in while respecting the way he experienced it.
That lesson became part of the reason I created A Rainbow of Shapes in 2008.
The book was never about telling a child that what they saw was wrong. It was about finding another way to learn.
The story is still part of our family
My son grew up, but the lesson stayed with me.
Sometimes the best thing a parent can do is pause before correcting a child and ask what they see.
That one question can open the door to understanding.
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