Alright, so this morning, I'm just about ready to do my hair. I wouldn't say I'm thrilled by what I see in the mirror at this point in my pregnancy, but only a couple more weeks to go, right? Anyhoo, minding my own business, it appeared. Oh, yes, I may sound calm, but my insides are quaking!
My first thought was, "What is that?" Oh, it must be glare from the lights. Hmmm, no that's not it. Wait...
Are you serious?! Surely, you're joking! That can't be what I think it is! Uh, yup. It is.
It was my first gray hair. Immediately, my mind jumps to this image:
Yes, I am the new bride of Frankenstein. Bolt your doors, protect your children and loved ones. Here I come.
A little dramatic? Maybe. But, in my defense, I'm not even thirty yet! Okay, okay, a couple of weeks doesn't make much of a difference, does it? Yes!
I'm not ready for this! I haven't even decided what I want to be when I grow up. And yet, it's fascinating in it's own horrifying way. I just looked and looked. I couldn't tear my eyes away. And then, I did the only thing I could. I pulled it out. Anything else would be non-sensical. I then frantically rummaged through the cupboard for a box of hair dye. No one must know about this! Maybe if I became a blonde, the gray wouldn't show. Yeah, but the almost black roots would. What to do, what to do?
I know what the Bible says about gray hair being a crown of wisdom, or is it glory? It was such a lovely image, yesterday. But now, not so much.
And now, a new thought keeps presenting itself at the front of my mind. Is this the only one? Oh. My. Goodness.
1 comment:
I can really understand how you feel. It's not so much the grey for me, but what I think it represents. I can understand the "FREAKING OUT" also. My hearts with you, but it's really going to be okay. Just give yourself a day or two to calm (maybe a month or two, if necessary). Truth is you're a beautiful woman!!! Please don't die your hair. Not yet anyways. Love you.
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