Friday, December 3, 2010

Admittedly so...

The topic du jour this week at our house has been gray hair.  No, not the rabbit kind, as much as I wish that were the case.  I was talking with Henry about getting my hair cut & colored this weekend and he asked why I would get it colored.  Try as I might to avoid the topic [of getting older and having it show], I was honest and told him I had a few gray hairs.  He laughed-out-loud and assured me that couldn't be the case!  Such a sweet boy.  I've taught him well.  Some ribbing went back and forth along the lines of at least I have hair to gray...  and he may take the route of his father's genetics and not have any by this age to gray.

Unfortunately, the truth stings a little, especially when staring in the mirror this morning and drying the multi-colored locks that sit atop my head.  At one particular moment, a flash of silver caught my eye.  I left it sit, tousled and glaringly obvious, and called to Henry to come in and see what I had discovered.  {gasp}  {giggle}  {grin}  Yeah, doubting Thomas no more.

"Oh, it's a good thing your appointment is tomorrow then, huh?"

Yeah...  thanks, Son.

1 comment:

  1. If it makes you feel better I'm struggling with the same problem and I refuse to believe I'm old so you can just blame it on bad genes and not age!! Hope you guys are doing well!