Silver

Threads of silver and gold are woven into fairy tales.

A silver lining may be found in every cloud.

The jingle of silver coins in a pocket delights a child.

The trill of a flute is wrapped in silver.

As I gazed carefully into the mirror at my growing hair, I discovered threads of silver...lots of silver at my temples. I paused. As the first silver thread emerged several years ago, I added color. Sometimes lots of color! Now I am down to a little. I am ready to try natural again...or was. I am still 39.

Kiahra gazed at my roots, and I asked her what she saw and she said, "A bit o' gray."

"Silver." I corrected her.

"Why don't you go platinum, Mom?" she teased.

Smart girl. She knows what color platinum is and she knows the value of the metal. It isn't blonde either.

I suspect my silver temples are a gift...from my father. My father has had silver hair for years...actually as long as I can remember. I remember his hair turned silver around his face first, and he has always worn it well. And my mother's hair was status quo at forty. However, I come from a long paternal line of silver.

I sense I should be grateful, but Dad, silver is the second place medal! Though I must admit, it looks good--it glistens like silver against my dark hair. Perhaps with creativity I could sport it with style!

But...my daughter is going to kindergarten this fall. Oh, I know there will be other silver-haired mothers, but they will be older! I know! Maybe I should wait until after my oldest graduates, and then I too could graduate...to silver. In the meantime, I think I am going to ponder this gift...the color is excellent, but I am not sure it fits me right...I can't decide.