Now my hair has a respectable amount of silver. It's kind of annoying. I'm learning to say farewell to being a brunette, because that young girl with the dark hair has grown up.
Last month for Christmas, one of my favorite gifts that I GAVE to my little daughter was kinda fun. I spent like 20+ minutes at Target deliberating on which Barbies to buy. Finally I chose this group of friends for their amazing variety in hair!!
And I love each for different reasons. The dogwalking blonde is fun because my daughter really wishes we had a dog. The other three have accessories to be an astronomer, a teacher, etc. Ultimately, each Barbie is different from each other. In addition to the blonde girl, we've got black hair, brunette with purple/blue highlights, and a redhead.
I'm hoping to teach a subtle lesson here. We can be friends even when our outward appearances are incredibly different.
We used to do the music together at church. She was the chorister and choir director, and I'd play piano or organ. I still miss hearing her lovely soprano voice. (The days when I’d play organ and she’d lead the music were some of my favorite Sundays because I could hear her singing, and it made the songs that much better to do them with my friend!) One week at church, she was leading the music and I was sitting with my family in one of the pews. She was wearing a wig; same voice, same body, different hair. The guy in the row right behind me whispered, “Who’s the new chorister?” and I laughed to myself. All he saw was the hair.
Contrast her experience to my sister Stephanie. Her hair is so thick there's enough for two people. It takes way more time and shampoo and everything, because the volume is off the charts.