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Posted by pegconnelly Thu Sep 14, 2006 13:09:00 PDT
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1 response 0 comments I've often told my friends, “If I could have tied my kids up for 25 years I wouldn't be going through a bottle of L’Oreal Golden Blonde hair dye every six weeks.”
The minute they get out of your sight is when it happens. There’s a broken arm, a teacher is catching them smoking or your favorite lamp shatters when it is knocked over by the dog. Yeah, I really believed that one. The pan that caught fire on the stove, the grape Kool-Aid spilled on the carpet and there’s a broken window that nobody broke.
Raising children brings to the mix one catastrophe after another.
When my kids were little I told them I had eyes in the back of my head and it worked great until they reached 8 or 9 years old. The one about ‘a little bird is watching you’ worked pretty well, too. They all hated the little snitch! But as they aged, they got more daring and that’s when scary things began to happen.
My gray hair started to appear when my son, Tim, at 5 years old, stuck his finger in a light socket and it knocked him halfway across the room.
For a few years things went along pretty well, but then my daughter, Punky, gashed her head open while jumping off a diving board at a neighbor’s house resulting in a visit to the emergency room, lots of stitches and more gray hair.
After Rusty broke his arm while lifting weights I noticed streaks of gray.
Then the streaks multiplied tenfold when Kelly had a horrible allergic reaction to a bee sting.
All I had to do was say, “A bee stung my daughter,” and the nurse grabbed her and rushed her into the emergency room where they gave her a shot. It was later they told me she could have died. The doctor told me I had to make certain she wore shoes when she went outside and keep her away from bees. Easy thing to do with a 5-year-old that loves to take her shoes off and pick flowers for her mother.
It seemed like it was one catastrophe after another during the growing-up years, and each one gave me more gray hair. I finally decided there was only one choice for me since I looked drab and washed out in gray. DYE MY HAIR.
Every family goes through these mishaps, so why do some mothers retain their natural hair color and others make Clairol and L’Oreal rich? I’ve been dying my gray hair for the past 40 years and I can honestly say that I’ve earned every single one of those ugly gray hairs the hard way — raising five kids!
Now the kids are grown and gone, but I still dye my hair. I’ve gotten used to my blonde hair and I still don’t look good in gray.

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