Where’s a Chameleon Apron When You Need One?

Chameleons should have little chameleon-sized aprons.  They’re always running into something that changes what they look like… or running away from something that changes what they look like.  I’m sure if they had little chameleon mirrors, they would wonder, “Who the heck is that?!”  With little aprons, they could just whip one out for whatever need or occasion arose; no need to go through a semi-metamorphosis.  I wonder if that hurts; always changing colors that way.

My son and I are chameleons.  I had hoped none of my children (three in total) would get my chameleonism.  But he did.  We are always bumping into something that makes us think, “Aha, this is who I am!”  And so this is who we then become.  Or we meet people, and as we socialize more and more with them, our attitudes change, our values change, our way of life changes.  And sometimes, as we’ve run away from bad news, bad events, bad relationships, we just catch the first lizard passing and change as quickly as we can.  Usually not a good thing.

I’ve been living with chameleonism for many moons now and have learned to cope, adjusting to my changing personage.  After much introspection, mistakes, joys, sadness, happiness, I’ve learned to surround myself with good things and good people, uplifting music, great books, good hobbies, fun activities, God… and to let go of those things that cause the dark colors of my life to manifest.  Seems those dark colors take so long to change into those light, bright, vivid colors.  The kind of colors that make life worth living

7 thoughts on “Where’s a Chameleon Apron When You Need One?

  1. How does one think of such a thing to write about??? A chameleon in an apron?
    And then apply it to your life??? Brenda, I think you are much deeper than one would think.


  2. I love your description of being a chameleon. I like to think of it as learning from life and others. Refusing to think anything but the same old thoughts day in and day out sounding extremely boring.


  3. Good analogy, B. I was thinking about an apron that is special to me. My grandma’s. She’s still alive but a few years ago she gave it to me, a dark blue and white gingham checked waist apron. Two and a half years ago, we were going to Xenia, Illinois to cook at our church camp for a day and I let my Madolyn take my Grandma Madolyn’s blue checked-apron with us for her to wear while we cooked. I brought along my favorite apron as well. Well, when we got home we discovered we had left the blue- checked-apron down there! I was devastated and sent word for one of my church youth to try to find it and bring it home. Of course, they forgot and it wasn’t their fault, of course. So a year later (June 2010) we go back for our full week of junior church camp and I go straight to the kitchen where there are piles and piles of aprons…and Thank you, Jesus, there it was. It came home with us this time!!! I’m an apron girl, have several, and love them!


    • Oh, Sarah, that happened with my wedding band. I had lost it; couldn’t imagine where it had gone to; and had finally given up hope of finding it. A year later my sister and I were cleaning out a camper, and I saw something shiny back in one of the cabinets. I reached way back in there, and it was my ring!! I’ve often thought God has a way of putting us in the right perspective with our objects … no matter how cherished. Send me a Grandma Madolyn story in her apron via email, and I will post it. 🙂 This is a good one here.


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