It's really not that gray...

To be honest with you, I had already written half of the blog I was going to write tonight planned in my head. I was quite excited about it. I had already planned to name it "It's all Gray To Me" and tell you all about how the gray that my hairdresser got out of my hair and the new haircut I got made me feel great and that it's all about what's on the inside that counts.

Yeah, yeah, yeah... all that. But once again, "my" plans were foiled. It happened in a matter of seconds.

I was already thinking about my blog and what I would write. But as I was about to read Kendall one last book (her latest from the library, Hero Cat), she reached up, turned around and cupped her little hand under my chin. She looked at me with the most loving eyes and nestled down into me and said "Rock Mommy".

With those two little words and the click of the lamp, I knew as I held her close to my heart in her dark room that I really don't care about the gray now. I mean, yes, it is great that I don't have to worry (at least for the next 3 months) about those crazy gray hairs ruining a perfectly good hair day. It's wonderful to feel my age again.

I know that every temper tantrum and "meltdown" that I share with Kendall will keep the gray hairs alive and well. I know that every aggravation that I get when I just don't think I'm being the best mom or wife will result in at least one gray strand.

But I realized something as I sat down to write my post tonight. My heart2heart
is this: Bring it on gray. I will cherish every second I have with her. I will remember my mistakes and frustrations and learn from them the next time. Without the gray hairs, how can I know that I am growing old with the people that I love?

So really, in 3 months, when my stark black strands slowly begin to fade into some silver "highlights", it's really not going to be that gray to me. And though I will most certainly spend the money to have them turned back to black ... I'll know that what I see is really not that gray. What is there are all the memories and moments that only come as we grow old together.