OK, so I really want to write a book...but I figured this is a good place to start. Babbling about random things that are important to me may help me improve my writing skills.
I have never been known for my grammatical expertise, just ask my husband that willingly helped proof read ALL my papers for nursing school.
I have become a facebook fanatic over the past 10 months. I have caught up with people that were so important to me decades ago, people I swore I would always stay in touch with. These rekindled relationships has brought back floods of memories from days gone by....and the scary thought of how old I was when I met these friends...what we were doing. These thoughts are scary because I now have a 15 year old daughter.....YIKES!
Those folks were such an integral part of my life then and helped me to become the person I am now.
However, I do have to confess that the yearbook from my senior year is not too far away...most names are familiar, but profile pictures of classmates are not, granted, I graduated from high school over 20 years ago and much like myself, people have changed.
About 6 months ago while sitting at T.F. Green airport in Rhode Island with my father and sister waiting for my flight back to Georgia, I said to my father, "I never asked mom how old she was when she stopped coloring her hair." "Late 30's." was his reply. I AM THERE!!! No more extraordinarily expensive trips to the hair salon! No more "chats" with Miss Clairol. This 38 year old mother of 2 was going natural! Shortly after that trip up north, which was unfortunately for my Aunt Maureen's funeral, I cut my hair very short and stopped coloring it. It took about 4 months for all the unnatural color to grow out and the all natural white/silver to come in.
What I find to be most amusing about this chapter of my life is this.....
My mom had beautiful hair. It was bright white and looked wonderful with her skin. So often she would come home from wherever she had been and say "I got another compliment on my hair." My sisters and I would roll our eyes. But I must admit that since I have let my hair turn white, I too get complimented on it. Much more frequently than I ever did with the long frizzy Miss Clairol, part red, part orange, part kind of pink (because what color do you get when you mix white with red) hair. When I told my sisters about all the compliments I get, they laugh.
One day in April I was at my daughter's dance class and had to walk across the studio floor to get something from her teacher. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror that made up the front wall, and for a brief moment, I thought my mom was in the room. Of course the thought only lasted a second, but it was odd. My mom passed away January 31, 2007 after battling lung cancer for 11 months. That was my one worry about letting my hair go natural; looking at myself everyday in the mirror and seeing my mom stare back at me. Not that I would not love to see my mom again, but I was afraid that seeing my reflection would be a daily reminder of the fact that I can't see her again. At least not for awhile.
Well, I think I have rambled on enough for my first post....until next time when random thoughts pop into my head.
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