My mother was looking very intently at my hair the other day.
"What's wrong," I asked.
"Your hair, it's just sooo.... gray," she replied.
I stood there for a moment, pondering where she might be going with this train of thought.
"Yes it is," I replied. "What's wrong with it?"
"Well, I just was trying to imagine where that shade came from. Your father's hair was white."
Indeed, my hair is gray, and yes, my father's hair was white, and my mother's is a fairly salty salt and pepper. I have long contended that I was somehow switched at birth, and that my real parents are living in a yurt in the Pacific Northwest carving gourds for a living and wondering how they ended up with a straight laced Republican daughter. You can ask my therapist, and I'm sure she can flesh out the story better than I can.
While most of my friends, no, make that all of my friends, dye their hair to conceal the gray, I chose to embrace the color God and experience bestowed upon me with the full knowledge that each gray hair on my head has attached to it some story or incident that I managed to live through despite all odds, and as such I should wear it proudly. As it says in Proverbs 16:31 - Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained by a righteous life. Perhaps they meant to write it as an eventful life, but it got garbled in translation.
You see a lot of baby boomerish women now that actually do embrace their grays, for better or worse. And apparently it is not an entirely new idea, as you can see from this ad for a glorifying gray hair color enhancement product from a 1964 Ladies' Home Journal. The product promises to turn your hair from plain gray to pearl-glow.
Yep, it's all about perspective.