The Promise of the Rainbow
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The Promise of the Rainbow

01 Apr The Promise of the Rainbow

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“I should be on my field trip to the Crayola Experience right now,” my daughter Ella stated as she worked on her schoolwork at our kitchen table. She frowned. “I’m so mad we don’t get to go.” 

The field trip had been planned for months. Ella was especially excited because I was going to be a parent chaperone, and her best friend was going to be in our group. Ella had the date circled on a calendar above her desk. 

But things had changed. School was now closed for the rest of the year, and with that her hopes of even a rescheduled field trip had faded away. 

“What do you want to do with that madness you feel?” I asked Ella.

Ella went to the closet and brought back paper and a box of crayons. 

For the next 10 minutes, we scribbled together on a piece of paper as hard as we could with different colored crayons, getting out all the mad feelings about not going to the Crayola Experience. Layers upon layers of crayon covered the page, making it feel thick and waxy. The top layer was covered in black. “This is how I feel right now,” Ella said. Black was a good mad color. 

A little while later, Ella and I noticed something. We realized that if we scratched the surface of the page, other colors appeared underneath. 

“It’s rainbow paper!” Ella exclaimed. And it was. Just as the rainbow appears in the sky after a storm, the vivid colors under the blackened paper were able to come through once her storm had passed.