Wash That Gray Right Out of Your Hair

I got to blow dry my hair again today. Wow - two times in a row! We had school open house. I should look a bit decent.

Anyway, when I blow dry my hair, I get a bunch of flyaway's - flyaway hairs, that is. (Girls, you know what I'm talking about.) And I just smile to myself when I see a gnarly ol' gray hair standing straight up. And then I pull/pluck it out. I only pull them out because it looks pretty goofy heading straight up to the heavens.

But I want to say one thing about gray hairs. It is like a rite of passage. I found my first one when I was 26 years old, pregnant with my firstborn. I think with each pregnancy and each child you birth, you get more stupid and grayer. It is like God is tapping you on the shoulder telling you to wise up, that you will be responsible for another life in this world besides your own. (Don't they say gray hair means you are wise?)

I'm not against coloring my hair, but I do embrace the gray. Also, I embrace the extra slab of twin skin on my belly I got after carrying babies. Gray hair and my "tubby belly" are my pride. I gave birth and have four, healthy guys because of it.

Why are they some many articles about "losing the weight after baby"? Why are there so many tummy tucks? I've never seen an article helping women embrace who they are and what they have become. As long as these women are healthy and not obese, what is a little bit of a tummy?

Just some of my thoughts. Enjoy - or not.