the good fight ...

i have inherited the

"sorry, you are going to gray early" gene

from my mama.

i am pretty sure she started going gray

as soon as she exited the womb.

don't get me wrong,

her hair is beautiful...

the perfect shade of gray.

she loves her gray hair & she should

because it is stunning & because she is 70.

i, however, am not ready to embrace the gray, as of yet.

i am just 37-years-old &

am fighting the good fight.

to me, it is like the war on terror.

remember the different color terror threat levels

the government came up with after 9/11?

well, about week 6 after getting my roots done

the gray hair terror threat slips up to about a level orange.

i've tried to talk my bestie into

learning how to color my roots

so i could go over to her house & she could foil me

& we could just have so much fun

watching dvr'ed episodes of the real housewives.

but she reminded me of her severe ADD &

we both agreed that wasn't one

of my better ideas.

so, to get the threat level back down to green,

me & mama go to the salon together every 8 weeks ...

just like sally field & julia roberts in steel magnolias

{except mama's never won an Oscar

& i've never been voted one of people magazine's most beautiful people ...

probably because of my premature graying}.

 

 

& every eight weeks mama

tries to pep talk me about the gray

& how the Bible says it is a crowning glory.

i appreciate her encouraging words, but
that's one crown i'm just not ready to accept quite yet.