The Blue Room (that almost wasn't)

Let me just begin by saying that my story all started with this absolutely FAB comforter I bought for Savannah for Christmas:

The picture doesn't really do it justice because it is absolutely beautiful with every bright, awesome color you could ever want in a comforter.  I knew she would love it and she did.
The next most important part of the story is that Savannah has a special relationship with the color blue.  She has loved it for as long as I can remember.  If we go looking for clothes...you guessed it, she goes straight for everything and anything blue.  I've actually had to beg her to expand her wardrobe into other colors.  So naturally, when she got this comforter, she wanted her room painted blue.  Not much surprise there.
So...fast forward five months to May, when she takes a trip to Home Depot with her dad and comes home with the brightest blue paint chip she could find and proudly announces that THAT is the color she wants her room painted.  All I could really say (although I didn't say it, I just thought it) is "Holy Crap!"  Let me point out, though, that she has good matching skills, because she actually got the right shade.
Now fast forward again to the present.  I am painting...and it's time to paint her room.  I politely inform her that the color of blue she has picked  is too dark for the whole room (coincidentally, she has by the time picked some other coordinating colors to go with it) and we are going to have to go lighter. So while she still has her heart set on blue,  I have been completely torn about what color to use.  I like the blue...but there is also lime green, pink, and even a sort of seafoam color that would look great.  I wonder if maybe that much blue, along with the blue bedskirt, isn't too much.
So I asked every person I could for an opinion.  Here are some of the opinions I ended up with:

• If you paint the room another color, the blue will really stand out and that would look good.
• She has a blue chair, and it might clash...I would use another color.
• Blue is a cold color so the room might feel cold.
• Too much blue is too much blue...she will get tired of it.

I also had one friend with a blue room the color Savannah was hoping for and she loves it and says I should go ahead.  I also kept thinking that she is my only girl...and the one and only chance I have for a pink room... so why does she have to love a BOY color?  All the opinions made my head spin so I have been putting off painting her room for DAYS because I can't make a decision.  But as of today, I was out of time and I needed to go buy the paint and get going.
I showed Savannah ALL the paint chips I had that matched and she agreed that a lot of them looked good.  So she told me to "surprise her".  Apparently her version of "surprise me" and my version of "surprise me" are very different because she was definitely surprised, and not in a good way.
What color did I choose?  Pink.  And it was not an easy pink to match either...but I managed to do it.  I went to Home Depot, I bought the pink paint, and I came home and started taping her room.  She said she didn't want to see the colors until I was done, so she stayed away.  But when she came downstairs, she saw the can with the pink dot on it and knew.  Then she said she didn't want it to be a surprise anymore and asked to see the colors, so I showed them to her.  She put a smile on her face and walked away.   Luckily I hadn't started painting yet, because within about 15 minutes I knew something was wrong.  Suddenly she had lost complete interest in seeing her room get painted...she just sort of disappeared.
About lunch time, I asked her if she liked the colors.  She said they were pretty but she wasn't really a pink girl...and continued to smile.  In fact, she walked around with that fake smile plastered on her face for the rest of the day.  I felt awful.  Then came the epiphany.
It actually had started earlier with a man at Home Depot getting paint at the same time as me.  He pointed to my darkest pink and said "I just painted that color in my daughter's room" (and let me add, it's almost magenta--very dark and bright) to which I said "the whole room?"  He said yes, and told me that she absolutely loved it, even though it never would have been his choice.  Then he added, "She's a 14 year old girl...in a few years she'll move out and I can paint it any color I want, but right now this color makes her happy."  I really took it to heart, but they were already making my paint...so there wasn't much I could do by then.
Then, after talking to Savannah, I asked myself some hard questions.  Did I really want to be the kind of mother that decides I know best and disregard her feelings?  Do I want to teach her that her opinion is wrong and doesn't count?  Do I want her to grow up to be a person that second guesses herself with every decision because she's too afraid her decision will be wrong?  And do I want her to spend the next 6-10 years in a bedroom she hates?  I had asked everyone and valued everyone's opinion except the one person whose opinion should have mattered the most.  Shame on me.
Needless to say, this evening I went back to Home Depot to get blue paint.  She doesn't know yet, because I waited to paint it after she was asleep so she would actually get the "good" surprise tomorrow. (When I mentioned to her that she SAID to surprise her, she said "I thought that meant you would surprise me with the color I wanted in the first place."  How sad is that?)  Surprisingly enough, I actually like it.  I'm not sure I'd want it in MY room, but it's pretty.
And when she was going to bed tonight, I went in her room and she had teary eyes.  She told me she was very worried about the pink paint because what if she didn't like it, and I had said there would be no changing it later.  She had been brave and fake happy all day, but all of a sudden, she was letting her true feelings show.  Man, was I glad I'd gone back for the blue paint.  I even almost told her about it because I didn't want her to go to sleep having pink nightmares...but I decided to make her wait anyway (was that cruel?) I do point out, however, that had she acted like a spoiled brat and thrown a bit fit about the paint I would have painted it pink anyway.  It was the maturity and politeness that got to me.
So now here it is, after midnight, and the room is blue.  She is going to be ECSTATIC when she sees it.
And now I am stuck with a gallon of light pink and a quart of really bright pink.  The only room left to use it in is my scrapbooking room, which I didn't really want to be pink either.  Maybe I should paint it pink anyway and then, forevermore, when I go in that room I will be reminded of this experience and how allowing my kids to make their own choices, and then live with those choices, is more important than me being "right"...or the color of their walls...or the cost of a wasted gallon of paint.