About a week ago I was washing my hands in the bathroom and looked up in the mirror. Something shiny reflected light off the top of my head and so I dried my hands and tried to find the object that had caught my eye. Suddenly, I realized that the object was one lone grayish-white strand of hair. I couldn’t really tell if it was gray, white, silver or what. But there was no doubt about it. It’s different than the other colors of my hair.
Now I realize that pregnancy hormones can change all kinds of things including your hair color. The fact is I haven’t gotten my hair highlighted since last September. It’s okay to highlight it once you’re in the second trimester but I just haven’t felt like spending $100 on my hair. Seems like a waste in the grand scheme of things. So I’ve let my natural color come through for the first time since my freshman year of college (1997). I used to be a white-headed little girl. My hair was as light as the fluffy white part of a dandelion when I was a kid. Even in high school, I never had to highlight it because it was always the prettiest color of bright yellow. Now it seems that things are changing. It’s still blonde but it’s a darker shade of blonde with some red strands coming through (must be the Irish in me).
I took a deep breath after I found this gray hair and quickly gave my head a once over to see if there were more. I only found a few quietly hidden under the top. But it only takes a few to let you know that you are not who you once were. For the most part, I’m not scared of turning thirty. I am actually excited about starting a new decade of my life and making it the best one yet. A lot of wonderful things happened in my twenties. I graduated with my undergraduate and graduate degrees. I met the man of my dreams, married him, traveled with him and started a family with him. But there was still so much uncertainty. I know there will be for the rest of my life but as you get older, you grow and become wiser and you realize, “Hey, I guess I don’t know everything there is to know about life.” The trick is being okay with that and hanging on for the ride.
Both of my parents have a full head of white hair now. I always figured the same would happen to me. I just didn’t figure I’d see my first one at the age of 29. I was hoping for more like 40. So, I might be calling the salon soon. No, I’m not scared to get older but I plan on looking fine while I’m doing it. Nothing wrong with a hot mama in her thirties!