Name: "My name is Blueberry, but I prefer to be called just Blue now."
Gender: Female
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~I am a lady who sings of songs, whispering through my heart so strong~
Can one be such as this? A mother? A giver? Songstress or dame? Come closer my child, and let me tell you, of a one who is all of these, all in the same:
-=To never a stranger she shall meet=-
♪♫To the world I shall open my arms and sing to you, Come on in♫♪
"Even when I was just a young bean, barely able to walk, I always had an affinity for others. I guess I get it from my mother. She was outgoing too. I find no hardship in greeting new faces, in fact, I don't remember ever feeling shy at all. I was quiet, but...... I never felt like a stranger. In fact, I remember very clearly when I was younger of a bean, not much older than I was at the time who was just the opposite. He was quite the odd one. Always by himself, looking inward but never joining or engaging the crowds he watched. I remember seeing him and feeling so.... so sad. Why would he separate himself like that? I never could understand. See, back then, I thought that all beans were as social as I was, and most all of them were to a degree, but this, this was new. I'd never seen, or even considered the fact that some of us would be shy. It was foreign. How can you be shy with so many friendly beans calling to you to welcome you into them and their group? But as it was, there were, and one of them was sitting just across from me, his dark fur somehow making him half disappear into the shadows of the foliage around him. And he just sat there. Looking on at the other beans minding themselves with an expression that I could never really give a name too, even now. It's the look you have when you want to do something so bad, but, you really don't know how. And that hurt me inside. I just couldn't help it. I guess I just could not stand the feeling of being alone, even if I was just imagining it. It's awful. So, without even thinking twice about it, I went to him. I remember the look on his face when I came up and just sat beside him out of the blue. You would laugh! But I just did my best to smile and make myself look as welcoming as possible. I said hi, and he kind of said it back, and it took a little bit of coaxing but, by the end of the day, it was like talking to someone who had never spoken before. Excited but nervous at the same time, but willing, so willing, to give it a try. We left, and I haven't seen him since, but, there was a moment before we parted ways that just hit my heart. This bean, of whom I didn't even know the name of, turned to me with a smile on his face, and said 'Thank you for talking to me." The smile was small and his voice was quiet, but I could hear and see genuine gratitude in him. That is the best feeling in the world to me. To make someone else feel as if they are appreciated, even if it is someone I've never met before. Especially if it is someone I've never met. I just love other people too much. I want to make sure that I leave a positive impression on them of me, and help make their day just a little bit better. I want them to remember that there is someone who cares about them, and wants them to know that they are cared about. Even if it's through something other than conversation. I want every action I make to say, 'I care'. I guess that is why I love to sing. It's a way for me to show others how I feel and care about them through song. And music appeals to everyone, not just the outgoing beans like me, or the shy ones. Voices carry volumes to people, you just have to be brave enough, and love others enough, to let it out."
-=A secret of herself, she will not keep=-
♪♫Oh, you know the dark places of my heart, Even those I wish to forget♫♪
"As much as I try not to, I just cannot bring myself to lie. About others, about myself... It's impossible. My parents always told me that silent tongues lead to conflict, and I know it to be true. I have watched so many beans fight with one another, so many friendships break, all because one was not honest to the other. They kept whatever was bothering them inside. I guess that is a lost virtue now-a-days. How hard is it to just be honest with one another? No problem is going to be fixed by keeping your mouth shut. I guess that's why other beans are suprised whenever I open my mouth. Just because I do not speak a lot, does not mean that I can't be honest.... And I never mean to hurt anyone. Truth is truth, whether you like it or not, but then again, some beans just can't understand that I guess..... my mate was one of those beans. Even though he knew it was the truth, he never approved of me saying it out loud. Especially when it came to us.... so many times he would either shut down or get irritated, mad even, because I was honest with him about a problem we had. I do not wish to be difficult, but if something needs to change or be fixed, then it should be changed or fixed, not griped about without doing anything.... That is what he was there for, to give me someone who I could talk to without fear, and me for him. At least, that was how it was supposed to be. That's how being mates work.... but.... enough of that I guess. Even with my dear friends, especially with them, I need to be honest. It's not like I'm very good at hiding whatever is bothering me anyway. If I'm angry or upset and need a shoulder to lean on, I tell them. Trying to bottle it up and deal with it myself would only make it worse. I just hope others feel like they can come to me in the same way I go to them.
-=Many a small hand she will cherish and hold=-
♪♫Children come and I'll lavish you, Love and faith and finger paint♫♪
I've always loved children. Just they way they look and speak and how innocent they are, it just pulls at my heartstrings! To watch them interact with each other and how they learn and perceive things is just interesting and charming. Before I had little ones of my own, one of my favorite things to do was babysit the children of my fellow beans. And how much fun that was for all of us! And how much energy they have! We would horseplay, then search for monsters in the bushes, leap from rock to rock without touching the ground, toss balls of moss to each other..... oh the games we would play. Running around constantly in search of new adventures, and even the quiet ones would come to my side and have me build with them or paint leaves with berry juice. All of it was great, but, I always enjoyed bedtime the most. Getting to tuck them into my pouch and lay there and tell them stories and sing them lullabies until they fell asleep.... Then just to lay there myself and watch their beautiful eyes close and wonder what wonderful dreams they are making for themselves. I rest better feeling the weight of a baby in my pouch, or the warmth of a child wrapped in my paws. Then I had my own children, oh my beautiful, wonderful children. I never knew that I could love anything as much as I love them. To do all the things I've done with other bean's children with my own..... It just made the games we played that much sweeter. Even now, though they are grown and not so little anymore by any means, I still wish for those days were they would trample over me and play with my tail just a little bit too roughly. I still have the leaves they painted for me, and the dandelion crowns they weaved in my pouch, close to my heart. I can still see them making them, getting juice everywhere, staining their fur and sticking it together in smelly globs, they looked like colorful hedgehogs! Especially Leo. He never could do things half way, even when it came to messes. It would take me hours to get his fur clean and untangled, then he would just go out and find the nearest mud hole or leaf pile or berry bush and get dirty all over again..... And my dearest Nixie.... She went through this faze where she loved to braid. She'd braid her fur, my fur, make dandelion crowns, whatever she could get her paws on, much to Leonardo's dismay. I remember one time when she wanted to braid some rose buds into her fur. They made her look just adorable, but, she forgot to think about the thorns. So, when we tried to get them out, they wouldn't give! I spent hours gingerly trying to untangle the stems from her fur without tugging too bad, and poor little girl, she just cried and cried the whole time. By the time I was done, her fur was a complete, uneven mess no matter how much I groomed it. She didn't come out of my pouch for a month until her fur grew back! Oh me.... I will never forget..... Those two, they are they best things that have happened, and will ever happen to me for as long as I live. Who knows, maybe in the future I'll be lucky enough to have another child and start the cycle all over again, but until then..... I'm just thrilled to have Leonardo and Nixie. "
-=Attentive to those of young and old=-
♪♫From those we raise, from those we respect, age is just a number♫♪
"One of the biggest lessons that my mother ever taught me, is that I needed to take into consideration the well being and feelings of everyone around me. 'No matter how young or old they are, always treat others with respect! Treat them as you would like to be treated!' she told me, and I sure do hope I live up to those expectations. I have no trouble with the younger end of the age spectrum as I've told you before. I love children, so caring for them and honoring them comes easy to me. It's the other end that I struggle with sometimes. Thankfully, most of the older beans are very kind and love to hold a conversation, but... there are some, mostly the dark colored ones, that just get under my skin. All grumpy and everything not exactly how they want it.... it's difficult I admit. There are times that I wish I could lose my temper but, I just cant. They have been through a lot before us, and they deserve respect. The grumpy ones I just do my best to let their complaints and remarks slide off. I just try and do my best to attend to them to the best of my ability. All the effort is worth it though. I don't look for praise when I help someone, but its the praise that makes me keep holding onto my mother's words. There was one time, I'll never forget, when I was younger. My mother had taken me along with her to get some food for our den. While we were foraging around, another bean appeared, an older lady bean with the most stark white coat you'd ever seen. Even when I was little I could tell that she had a a lot of age on her. Anyway, she sort of joined us in our searching, She didn't speak, she just minded herself, but it was nice to have another bean with us. After a while, my mother and I had collected all the food that we could fit into our pouches, and it was only then that we realized just how dark it was, almost night time. My mother scurried to me in a rush, and told me that we had to hurry home. It was almost dinner time and we had to be home before my father returned so he wouldn't worry about us. 'Plus I left out some fruit to dry out in the sun. Oh I sure hope that nothing has gotten it!' she worried, and began to drag me along. Before we left, however, I turned back to look at the old bean as she was reaching up in vain for a pretty colored flower on the tree above her. She had been trying to reach that flower most the entire time we were there, but we were too busy trying to hurry to get our food that we didn't notice. But now I did, and I felt bad for her. No matter how she stretched, or moved, or climbed, she just couldn't get it. Her old body wasn't tall enough, and she was to frail to climb the tree past the roots to get to it. It was then that I stopped my mother for just one second, and ran back to the old bean. The old bean was just elated when I dropped down from the tree with the flower in my jaws that she crushed me in a hug. 'Thank you little one. You just made an old bean very happy.' she said. I remember feeling so good about that deed, that I had helped someone's day be a little bit better, that I wanted that feeling over and over again. It wasn't until later that I learned that that old bean had searched hard for that flower so that she could give it to her late husband's grave on their anniversary..... That is the biggest lesson of all.... 'Treat others as you would like to be treated, because you will never know what storm they may be walking through.' No truer words have ever been said."
-=Yielding as the wind and cool as the stream=-
♪♫To the East, to the West, I shall go where you need me♫♪
"Even when I was younger I had a very mellow streak in me. Well, I guess easy going is a better word for it.... Either way, whatever the term is, I don't let a lot of things bother me, whether it is anger or something annoying or, anything really. Most of it seems to roll off my back, and I rarely get frustrated. I guess that is the reason why I can love children so much. I don't let the little things bother me, even when they rip the fur off my tail or tear the stuffing out of my favorite pillow... I just let it go. There is no point in getting irritated or angry, and it only causes problems anyway. I especially hate it when beans start going at each other. Arguments pop up sometimes, I know, but once the snarling and growling begin, that is when I sit back and try to get situation to simmer down and come down to a compromise. Problems that pop up between other beans don't ruffle my fur, so it always happens that they would come to me for advice or to vent or cry because they knew that I could take it and not let it bother me. I became a kind of go-between for beans, which I didn't mind. I'm glad that they trust me enough to come to me with their frustrations, and I'm glad that I am the type of personality that can help them that way. Besides, like I've said before, you will never know what other beans are going through, so why should you let some comment annoy or anger you when they might be going through something at home. Or what right do you have getting irritated by a bean's personality when they are doing nothing but being themselves. Things will always get under your skin or bother you sometimes, but you have the choice whether to let it bother you and rifle your emotions, or let it slide off your back and forget about it."
-=But standing strong as that of an iron beam=-
♪♫Waters pull me through the sound, Silently I stand my ground♫♪
"I knew that this would be brought up sooner or later. I don't mind talking about it, but, it's just hard. I'm honest when I tell you that I don't regret mating Base. I never will. And I'm honest when I say that I was happy with him, and that I loved him, even now. But things happened and.... there is nothing that I can do to change it except to accept it and move on. I determined in my heart a long time ago that I would not let this beat me. No way. There is still so much for me to look forward too and be strong for. I have my beautiful children, my home.... I still love taking care of little ones and talking for hours with my old friends. I try to never let it cross my mind what I lost, I just have to believe that there is something better in the future for me. I must be strong until then. I have nothing but hope and the present to hold on to. I'm sorry but I just don't wish to talk much more about this. I'll just get me into a mindset that I do not wish to be in. My fellow beans here need me and that is all that matters. The future will come when it comes."