I have tried to recall at what point in my life, my hair became a thing. I remember going to the beauty shop with my mom as a young girl and getting a permanent. It was to mark my entrance into school, and she had me looking very pretty. There would follow multiple trips to the salon with every hairstyle imaginable. The Pixie,Twiggy, Cher, Hamill, Farrah Fawcett, crop, perms, wavers, straighteners,and on and on. One day, my stylist said, "You know, there are only so many ways to style your hair." I am pretty certain I have tried most.
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In my teens, the stylists started noticing gray hairs underneath the thick locks on top. I laughed it off. In my twenties, I played with hair color for fun. I loved it, too. There are so many pretty ways to highlight and enhance one's hair color out there. Then in my early thirties, I had to shift to covering gray instead of just playing with color. I considered going 'natural' many times over the years. There were lots of reasons I didn't. I enjoyed my trips to the salon, and my hubby thought I was too young to be gray. I agreed.
Now that I have 100% white hair, coloring it has become more of a hassle and less of a reward with the outcome, so I am giving my real color a chance. I won't tell you I love it. I don't hate it either. At this point, it's about accepting more than the hair color. It's about accepting and loving myself the way God created me. It's about deciding what to do in this next phase of life that will make a difference, regardless of the color, length, or style of my hair.
For my boys, remember this. No matter what color you hair is or whether or not you have any, Grammy loves you. It's just hair. It's all on your head...