My Pink Hair...
For as difficult and sad as yesterday was, today was fun. Busy, but fun.
I had a hair appointment, and I know Crystal just loves to do my hair because I go in with a "whatever" attitude. I let her basically do whatever she wants, with very little guidance. Today I told her I didn't feel like being blond anymore and wanted her color, which is more of an auburn. But I also wanted pink, and I knew she had it. Carolyn recently had purple strands (they are real hair and clip in) put in, and I just loved it. My dad would have too. So I told Crystal I wanted pink.
Then, I have to admit I got a bit carried away. I knew Nicole had her eyes and heart set on the blue strands, and has actually tried to dye her hair blue numerous times, without much success. After all, what can you do with red hair? It just ends up looking like mud...so I asked if there were any appointments this afternoon for a trim and lo and behold there was one for 2:30 and I retrieved her from school.Poor thing. She thought the appointment I had scheduled for her was either for a shot or with the counselor. When I told her it was for a trim and a strand of blue hair you might have thought the kid won the equivalent of the lottery.
Yes, perhaps I have lost my mind. I want to get a little diamond stud in my nose too. Of course Tianna is mortified and her friends think I'm pretty cool. But here's the thing; it's not about them, it's about finally being really true to the free spirit that I am. I embrace my creative, fun loving, encouraging, people oriented self and recognize that those are gifts I received from my dad. Did you know we have the same birthday? So rather than repress the desires and tendencies, I am allowing them to be expressed. And today it looked like pink hair. (Please go visit Extreme Diva Media...she is my hero!)
Later this spring sometime it will look like a diamond stud in my nose. It may look like not caring how many dust balls are wafting around my house and missing Tino's fur all over the place. It may look like issuing an unabashed challenge to either one of my sons in areas in which they struggle.
And it will always acknowledge that without my faith I would be deep in sinking sand.
Peace for your journey, may you express yourself in the way that God has created and gifted you.
I had a hair appointment, and I know Crystal just loves to do my hair because I go in with a "whatever" attitude. I let her basically do whatever she wants, with very little guidance. Today I told her I didn't feel like being blond anymore and wanted her color, which is more of an auburn. But I also wanted pink, and I knew she had it. Carolyn recently had purple strands (they are real hair and clip in) put in, and I just loved it. My dad would have too. So I told Crystal I wanted pink.
Then, I have to admit I got a bit carried away. I knew Nicole had her eyes and heart set on the blue strands, and has actually tried to dye her hair blue numerous times, without much success. After all, what can you do with red hair? It just ends up looking like mud...so I asked if there were any appointments this afternoon for a trim and lo and behold there was one for 2:30 and I retrieved her from school.Poor thing. She thought the appointment I had scheduled for her was either for a shot or with the counselor. When I told her it was for a trim and a strand of blue hair you might have thought the kid won the equivalent of the lottery.
Yes, perhaps I have lost my mind. I want to get a little diamond stud in my nose too. Of course Tianna is mortified and her friends think I'm pretty cool. But here's the thing; it's not about them, it's about finally being really true to the free spirit that I am. I embrace my creative, fun loving, encouraging, people oriented self and recognize that those are gifts I received from my dad. Did you know we have the same birthday? So rather than repress the desires and tendencies, I am allowing them to be expressed. And today it looked like pink hair. (Please go visit Extreme Diva Media...she is my hero!)Later this spring sometime it will look like a diamond stud in my nose. It may look like not caring how many dust balls are wafting around my house and missing Tino's fur all over the place. It may look like issuing an unabashed challenge to either one of my sons in areas in which they struggle.
And it will always acknowledge that without my faith I would be deep in sinking sand.
Peace for your journey, may you express yourself in the way that God has created and gifted you.
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posted by www.kathypride.com at
10:28 PM
4 Comments:
I want to see Nicole's blue. How did that turn out?
I realized that I am doing the same thing as you. I wanted to get a tattoo on my hand that says, "Let Go". I have written it there in ink so often. But my dh, not knowing I really truly wanted one, when it came up the other day (he told our son, "you are NEVER getting a tattoo"...oh my, he has a lot to learn!--my dh that is). Anyway, I said to him, "You mean I can't get one?" He looked shocked and said, "Definitely not." So guess what? If I outlive him, I'm getting that tattoo!! I may be 70 years old...
But when we first moved here to our acre, I planted a 5000 square foot garden...for many years. And then life got too busy, etc. But this year, I'm reclaiming some of the pasture and planting a garden. When I measured it out...it's over 2500 square feet!! I didn't realize I was "just being me" until I read about your diamond stud. I don't have time for a garden, but I love to have my feet in the dirt. I love to make things grow...So I"m planting a garden. We bought seeds and plants today (our greenhouse is coming in handy) and I laid it all out, corn and sunflowers, pumpkin, watermelon, honeydew melon, tomatoes galore, cabbages for kraut (I love homemade kraut) and brussel sprouts, for something new...Wish me luck and the time and help to care for it.
There is such freedom in "just being me." I know the retreat last weekend helped me with that.
I had a wonderful time at the haircut place yesterday. I should call it salon, but I like haircut place better...I talked, laughed, and was just me, and it was like a big slumber party. It has taken me so long to arrive at that place, my dad was there all along, and for so long I had a critical eye on that...I was too much my mom, I suppose...
But arriving at a place where we accept that God has created us the unique way we are to fit into his story is a freeing thing, Christ came to set us free.
I wasn't sure what Howie would think, but he smiled, even chuckled.
I will take a photo of Nicole and her strand of blue hair. I let her get her nails done too. I am sure there are many moms out there rolling their eyes and shaking their heads cursing me either out loud or under their breath...oh well. I am coming to appreciate more balance and perspective.
Growing up in NYC I know less than nothing about gardens, but applaud you. I'm not so sure about the brussel sprouts, but you go girl.
Peace.
pink, pink,beautiful pink;
from stands of hair to jewels that clink.
I'll wear my pink from
head to toe,
If you disprove
don't let me know.
My Lord has set me free
you see,
to embrace myself
the real me.
When my dh saw the garden plan (which I tried to be conservative on) he said, "Where's the brocolli? the cauliflower?"
If you have never had either straight out of the field, you have not lived. I grew up liking cauliflower, but then I bought some at a local farm stand, and it was melt in your mouth delicious, and made all the yummy cauliflower I had ever eaten seem stale in comparison.
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