"NO!", I would shout. I had earned that one hair, and I didn't want to lose it. I recall my mother commenting about her baby not being old enough for gray. I had three sons ages 9, 6, and 5, a house, a husband who was going through a depression, and I loved that one little hair.
Now it has friends!
You know what, I still love my gray. I may be weird, but it is true. I have raised those three boys, the youngest is 18 today, have worked and gone to school at the same time, have had 20 years of marriage, and am in the process of raising a little girl with a world of struggles. I have gained the "Grama" status, and I think the bit of gray suits me. The salt and pepper brings a bit of joy in knowing that I have lived a full life. One that has been full of struggle, but also one full of joy.
Sorry, Mom, you're baby has more than one gray hair, not quite a headful, but it is gaining up on me.
6 comments:
I love this post!!! You are handling the gray so well! Me, I loathe them . . . I began going gray at 20 years old . . . now, necessary salon visits every four weeks.
Yeah, I already greeted Brian as he is 18 yrs old now..And also Baby Nate call him early as what he told me as we talk on the phone. I am happy he tries to call me everyday even at his busy days. You are a great mom.
Lol!! That's what my mama would say is a job for Clairol!
Keep the gray. You earned it. Though being someone who remembers exactly where they were when you were born makes it difficult to imagine.
Well done, baby girl! I have a few of those grey colored hairs myself, with your name on them! LOL!!
Unfortunately, for you maybe, no matter how old you get or how grey, you will always be my "Pooper".
Love, Mom
I love your take on this.
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