The graying of my head?

Woot! I found another gray hair on my head! *jumping for joy* Now, before y'all think I have lost my mind, let me explain...

Darn near everyone on my father's side of the family has salt-and-pepper hair. They *mostly* wear their grey proudly (This is in contrast to my mother who insists that her hair is strawberry blond and that those “light” hairs are blond – they’re not, they’re gray.). My father actually sprouted a white patch of hair when he was 13; my tia Carmen has this long, beautiful, gray hair (and she’s over 60) that I used to marvel at when I was a kid; and my older brother and sister already have a healthy mix of gray. Since most of my family lives in New York, I don’t get to see them that often. And, while there is no doubt that we are all a family, sometimes I have to find links that connect me to them. So, my gray hairs are one of the many things that make me a part of them.

I realize that I am only 27 and I only have two gray hairs. And that when I’m 39 and facing that supposed crisis of the Big Four-Oh, I might not feel so keen on this grey hair. But, I’ll deal with it then. (Hmm, that’s a thought. Perhaps I’ll be able to justify a mid-life crisis: maybe I’ll buy a red corvette, date someone half my age, dye my hair …)

Sunshine