I have been on a weird run since Christmas. After being out of my work out routine due to the hula-hoop incident, I have just been plain out of sorts. One thing after another and the next thing you know, a month (or two) goes by. A wonderful friend just called me to see where I have been and it reminded me of this story that I very briefly want to share with you.
Many of you know that as a working mom, many things slip through the cracks when time is limited: cleaning, shoveling this never-ending flow of snow, and your own personal care. So the other day I am driving with my son to his basketball practice, what else is new, and we are talking and discussing life in general. He is staring at me and I cannot figure out why. Finally, he says to me, “Mom, were you painting today?” I said, “No, Jack, Why?” He said, “Because you have all white stuff in your hair!”
I calmly replied, “Jack that IS MY HAIR!” I immediately made an appointment to get my hair colored and when I came home, he exclaimed, “That’s better!!” Ugh.
Hello and welcome.
Oh, no dear! That white stuff is costly. Never cover it up, it came too dear.
Yes Larry. It tells a tale just like my apron does. Each white hair represents a basketball game lost by one point; a broken finger that keeps us on the bench for 5 weeks; a perfect chocolate chip cookie batch forgotten in the oven and burnt.
You are right, I should leave those beautiful, wonderful tale-telling gray hairs!