Motherhood changes a woman in so many ways. Your body changes, your priorities change, even the way you want to spend your time changes. I can't count how many ways I've changed in the last two years, mostly for the better, in my opinion.
But something happened recently that was very unexpected. A change I didn't anticipate.
When I was 13 years old, I dyed my hair for the first time. It was a magical moment! I was no longer limited to the sandy brown (or dirty blonde, depending on who you were talking to) hair I was born with - I could be anything I wanted! I started with a gorgeous golden blonde, moved toward platinum for awhile, then experimented with several other colors, including red and black. Some were pretty, some were striking, but they were all interesting and fun and new. And after all, it was just hair. It would fade or grow out if I didn't like it.
For several years, I had settled into a pattern of going red in the fall, and then moving more toward a medium blonde shade in spring and summer. Recently, it was time to go red again. But when I stood in the hair color aisle, my toddler in the shopping cart seat, I looked at all the boxes of fun hair color, then back at my sweet boy's sandy brown hair and decided not to do it.
You see, my natural hair color matches his. It's something I've always been surprised and happy about. His dad has very dark brown hair, so we assumed he would follow suit. Imagine my shock when he ended up looking more like me. And I want to keep it that way, at least for awhile. I put back the box of red and tousled his beautiful sandy brown locks. I may get something to cover the two silver strands that popped up recently right above my forehead, but I don't think I'll be drastically changing the color anytime soon. Because right now, we match. :)
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