I got an email from my oldest daughter yesterday. She’s 12. She said she’d been feeling kind of yucky for the last few days. I told her I hoped she didn’t have that icky flu that’s going around.
Got a reply from her today. She said she doesn’t think it’s the flu. Her adoptive mom told her she thinks she might be getting ready to start her period, and she asked me how old I was when I got mine.
I told her that I was the same age as her when I got mine, age 12. I told her a little about PMS, and how getting her period is exciting, normal, natural, yadda yadda yadda.
But now I feel old.
I went through a lot when this girl was born. I gave her up for adoption to a truly wonderful couple, and we have an open adoption. I am so lucky to still be able to know my daughter.
But now I just feel old.
I’m so glad that she emailed & told me about this wonderful event that may be taking place, but still…I feel old.
I’m going to get some grey soon, if my brother has any thing to show me, and he’s mid-20’s.
But I’m not going to take it. They have dye. Why look like an old middle aged guy before your time?
Why? You wanna know WHY? Cuz if you dye it, you’ll look ridiculous. That’s just my li’l opinion, I know, but it looks sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo silly.
kids will age you, and take up all your time; then they make it all worthwhile with a smile, a hug, or saying i love you. i think it’s great that your daughter is able to talk to her moms about this. wear those grey hairs with pride.
Oh, I almost forgot. After I got done emailing my daughter back, I called my own mother to tell her all about it. My mom thanked me profusely for ruining her most recent color job.
Well, FWIW, I’ve been wrestling with the “to dye or not to dye” question for about ten years now. What’s been stopping me from hightailing it down to Wal-Mart and stocking up on Miss Clairol is the fact that I have four, count 'em, four church friends who are in their 60s and who get their hair color out of a bottle. So with defiance and pride I fly the Baby Boomer 1960s flag of “accepting yourself as you are”, and I embrace my gray hairs.
Sort of. :rolleyes: Some days it’s easier than others.
I felt “old” when I discovered the first one, when La Principessa was a toddler. It was exactly half-gray and half-brown, which meant that it had started turning gray about a year earlier, and I hadn’t even noticed. (I have long hair). I felt betrayed by my body. “I’m not ready for this, I still have small children. Only old ladies get gray hairs.” Well.
What’s worse than gray hairs on your head, which are rather picturesque (if you try, you can rationalize it as “wise woman” stuff) is gray hairs in your eyebrows and eyelashes. Very freaky.
And what’s even worse than all this is seeing gray hairs on your partner. The Better Half is going gray even faster than I am, which is scary. What happened to my buff college boy? I can still see him in there, under the gray.
My mother told me once that she had to stop cutting my dad’s hair when his hair suddenly started getting thin and gray like an old man’s. She couldn’t handle it.
However, I am resolved that, as the Boomers have handled everything else, we will handle this. We are the Fearlessly Honest Generation, who do not flinch from reality.
