I started this post enumerating the various ways that I’ve been feeling old recently. Really, I can’t help but to laugh at myself at some of them. Did you know that the deciding factor for purchasing a cereal for me is the fiber content? FIBER!?! When did cool shapes and marshmallows disappear? It doesn’t really bother me though. My wheat chex is a nice little crunchy snack in the morning. Moving on to number 2 on my list-my weekends. It seems like a big deal if I am out past midnight anymore. Again, it doesn’t really bother me. I just get cozy in my pj’s with a book and Koda for my ‘long winters nap’. The thing that does bother me is my hair.
I found my first gray hair at the ripe age of 21. Frantically, I called in my roommate in to indeed verify that I was looking at a gray hair in the mirror and not just an exceptionally blonde one. I let it go (…after pulling the little sucker out!) and moved on. My mom consoled me by informing me that her grandmother was completely gray by the age of 24. I still can’t understand how she thought that would make me feel better! Awhile later, I went to a hair stylist who politely informed me as she was cutting my hair, “You know, you have quite a few gray ones back here.” Gee, thanks lady. So my one had instantly increased to a few. Bugger.
Flash forward to now. Those few have multiplied and even though my friends say they can’t see them (Thanks, Andy!), I sure can. I just dyed my hair with the washout kind…not for the first time, but for the first time because I wanted to cover my gray hairs! I mean, every way I parted it, those silvery little signs of age were staring back at me. I had to take action. Sadly, the temporary dye no longer was sufficient and I can still see them. I guess next time I’ll just have to upgrade my strength.
During my teenage years, my mom (as most mothers I’m sure) would say that I was making her go gray prematurely with my shenanigans and poor boyfriend choices. What am I going to say to my daughters? I got my gray hairs………by thinking about…the possibility of you. Haha! Somehow, it doesn’t have the same ring and makes me seem a bit nutty.
Oh well…do you think that someday I’ll get used to having gray hair much like eating fiber for breakfast or going to bed early?
Somehow…I doubt it.
(But, I am secretly (until he reads this) awaiting the day that Joe calls me into the bathroom when he sees an exceptionally blonde hair on his head. 
And sweetie, I promise to be supportive and grab the tweezers before you even ask for them.)
Well you can always keep everyone guessing! You know how your aunt is always trying to figure out if I’m dying my hair! But remember the best (and maybe only) good part of getting old – eat dessert first! And don’t forget what else I tried to teach you – if you pull one gray hair out it is replaced by many more. So throw away those tweezers!!
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